Conversation with my sister-in-law as we’re listening to my iPod in the car:
“You listen to the same songs as my ex. In fact, you’re a lot like him. He and his friends are always hanging around Northern Liberties.”
“Where does he go?”
“Standard Tap. Liberties Walk. His favorite restaurant is Deuce.”
“Oh yeah? He sounds like a hipster.”
“But I’m not a hipster.”
“He said you would say that. He said, ‘Hipsters don’t like to be called hipsters. We think we’re all unique.'”
“Well played, Debbie. You’ve got me. I guess I am a hipster.”
…but I’m sure that if this is so, I must be a very low-level one.
northern liberties, humor?