nyc yuppies have odd habits that really anger me more than they should. they've really taken conspicuous consumption and gone to town with it. the one tick that always makes me go "who you kiddin?" is the carrying around of the used shopping bag from the meso-upscale department store. who knows what they're carrying around; gym clothes, leftovers, cd compilations of perfect dinner party music? it doesn't matter, the statement is always "oh, i was just running so late this morning and this large bag from tiffany's was just the only thing i could find!"