My next-door-desk neighbor and onetime suburban resident Steve Watson suggested today's column idea about how to tell if you're a suburbanite. He also offered several lines, most of which were stereotypical and mean-spirited. (And funny.)
Many of the ones in the column apply to me and to other suburbanites I know. For example, I have a refrigerator in my garage, but only because we couldn't get it in the house. My daughter and I counted the days until our Mighty Taco opened a drive-thru lane. And if you want to talk sump pumps, I'm your guy.
But I sense that I just scratched the suburban surface with this topic. So how about it? What are some other ways to know if you're officially a suburbanite?
--- Bruce Andriatch