Bostonians are often accused of speaking their own language . Unlike most charges levied our fashion , this one sticks . No matter what neighborhood you acclaim from or how long you ’ve call Beantown your dwelling ( and of course , you never , ever call it “ Beantown ” ) , you ’ve likely uttered some or all of these , too .
“I just can’t do the B line.”
Because the MBTA is the source of our every last woe , and because it ’s gentle to scapegoat it even if you ’re belated for totally unrelated reason .
“Southie’s over.”
Pick your trending locality of choice , really , but once the first nose dive saloon snuff it , the gentrification wail begin .
“God, I miss The Basement.”
Filene ’s Basement was our discount shopping nirvana , and nothing – not Zara , not Primark , not any behemoth suburban outlet mall – can replace it .
“Bang a U-ie at the light.”
We love " banging " things . Especially ephemeral things like U - bend .
“I couldn’t find parking.”
Because honestly , you probably could n’t . Because there ’s none to be had .
“The Sox/Cs/Bs/Pats suck.”
Diehard sports fans ? Yes . Fatalists ? Also yes . Even nine championships in 15 years ca n’t change that .
“Why are we still getting phone books?!”
Do other cities handle with this , or is it just us ? Regardless , every sentence those two - gross ton bricks land on our doorsteps , all social - media hell breaks loose .
“Fucking blue laws.”
We ca n’t corrupt booze before noon on Sundays , we have no well-chosen hours , we have a 2 am last call on Saturday night , we ca n’t drink outside without place solid food . The Puritans moderately much screw us over .
“It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.”
Your momma allege this , and your mom ’s mom , and your mama ’s mom ’s mummy before her .
“I just like it iced, all right?”
Because we all drink our Dunkin ’ Donuts cold , all year round , even during the drab wintertime mornings .
“Why is everyone asleep?”
Always said on a Friday or Saturday night when we keen , yet again , the incredible provincialism of our so - called " big " city .
“Oh, you live across the river? Yeah, not sure I have time to get together.”
fundamentally , you send to either Boston or Cambridge / Somerville and stupefy to it . There are people who wo n’t even dine across the Charles . And cross - river geological dating ? HA ! Forget it .
“Wehaveto be out-of-town on September 1st.”
Because move - in Clarence Shepard Day Jr. is the worst , and rebranding it " Allston Christmas " does n’t change anything .
“Can you hop out and move the space-saver?”
articulate only in winter , ostensibly , when we parking - place obsessive begin grade our shovel - out soil with whatever ’s ready to hand : lawn chair , infant passenger car , inflatable beach toys , you name it .
“No one understands how expensive it is to live here.”
San Francisco and NYC grab all the revelatory housing headlines , but the rental setting imbibe here as well . And we love to talk about it .
[String of expletives while in your car]
Because driving in this metropolis is hell on wheels . As a collective , we are rude , belligerent , and often downright dangerous motor - vehicle operators .
“Why do I live here again?”
Complaining about Boston is a ritual of passage for residents : weather , localism , terrible driving , the rental market – it ’s all on the table .
“Thisis why I live here.”
say on the first nice day of the year , or at the pinnacle of summer when New England lets its true colors shine and wintertime is but a distant memory .
“Yankees suck.”
Because the classic never go out of way .
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