Austinites have a unique relationship with their hometown, especially during SXSW. Technically, its residents don’t own the city, but many of us feel that we do. Here’s a helpful list of the colorful neighbors you’re likely to find in Austin and what you should expect when encountering them. A-TEAM: “Get off my lawn.” Those who remember Armadillo World Headquarters, Skillerns Drugstore, pre-Mopac transportation, and Aqua Fest (bonus points if you had a Skipper Pin) Allowed to complain/shake fist* *Might be mistaken for elderly person **Probably is elderly person B-TEAM: “You can be on my lawn, but only if you bring me a giant doobie.” Those who remember Eckerd’s Drugstore, jeans that fit properly, and sex on South Congress that didn’t include dinner and drinks Allowed to complain; fist-shaking optional C-TEAM: “Get off my lawn.” *said ironically* Can be identified by number of Apple products in man-purse; often confused for SXSW attendee; sneaky Not allowed to complain; legal to throw rocks at, although must be prepared to pay for broken horn-rimmed glasses (unless worn ironically, in which case you may stomp on them repeatedly) D-TEAM: “What the hell’s the problem with this traffic? I’m going to be late for my manicure.” WARNING: Soccer Mom (Do not fuck with these people.)…