...in discussions with family regarding your once robust Rust Belt town and its entrenched economic and social decline, that when you share interesting historical context and other pertinent details such as race riots and corporate malfeasance, the collective riposte in the room is, "That's nice. So, did anyone hear last night what Rachel said about Paul?"
You find yourself the lone voice against some impractical fantasy project that has long been the darling of the armchair planner community. (cough Buffalo Belt Line cough cough there's few residents in the catchment area of any stations and service would just be redundant with the Main Street Metro Rail line cough cough)
You also find yourself being the annoying "actually ..." guy, when people around you perpetuate tired urban legends about your city's neighborhoods, development history, or built environment, (cough cough idiots who believe GM shut down Buffalo's streetcar system, even though National City lines never owned the IRC streetcar system, and the IRC replaced streetcars with Mack buses from Ford cough cough)