A portrait in stereotypes

Saturday's volunteer trainer told my fellow New Yorkers and I that we'd likely be spotted as out-of-towners. Todd and I sat down to our picnic lunch half way through Saturday's canvassing, took a look at our spread, and realized it was true: we were giving ourselves away. Not only were we clearly not from the neighborhood, we were practically screaming that we were Upper West Siders who came in from Manhattan. We had:

couscous with spinach and feta

organic carrot sticks

tofu salad

a WNYC/NPR eco-friendly tote bag

and we were wearing
"Hillary Sent Me" stickers

We were a Manhattan stereotype personified.