You know you’re from Jersey when . . .

You don’t think of fruit when people mention “The Oranges.”

You know that it’s called Great Adventure, not Six Flags.

You don’t put pineapple on your pizza.

And, you don’t buy pizza at a national “pizza” franchise.

You’ve known the way to Seaside Heights since you were seven.

You know that the state isn’t one big oil refinery.

At least three people in your family still love Bruce Springsteen,
and you know the town Jon Bon Jovi is from.

You know what a “jug handle” is.

You know that WaWa is a convenience store.

You know that the state isn’t all farmland.

You know that there are no “beaches” in New Jersey–there’s the
shore–and you don’t go “to the shore,” you go “down the shore.” And
when you are there, you’re not “at the shore”; you are “down the
shore.”

You know how to properly negotiate a circle.

You knew that the last sentence had to do with driving.

You know that this is the only “New” state that doesn’t require
“New” to identify it (try . . . Mexico . . . York .! . . Hampshire–
doesn’t work, does it?).

You consider putting mayo on a corned beef sandwich a sacrilege.

Or, ketchup on a hot dog.

You don’t think “What exit?” is very funny.

You know that people from the 609 area code are “a little
different.”

You know that no respectable New Jerseyan goes to Princeton–that’s
for out-of-staters.

The Jets-Giants game has started fights at your school or local bar.

You live within 20 minutes of at least three different malls.

You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.

Every year you have at least one kid in your class named Tony.

You know the location of every clip shown in the Sopranos opening
credits.

You’ve gotten on the wrong highway trying to get out of the mall.

You know that people from North Jersey go to Seaside Heights, and
people from Central Jersey go to Belmar, and people from South
Jersey go to Wildwood. It can be no other way.

You weren’t raised in New Jersey–you were raised in either North
Jersey, Central Jersey or South Jersey.

You don’t consider Newark or Camden to actually be part of the
state.

You remember the stores Korvette’s, Two Guys, Rickel’s, Channel,
Bamberger’s and Orbach’s.

You also remember Palisades Amusement Park and Olympic Park.

You’ve had a boardwalk cheese steak and vinegar fries.

You start planning for Memorial Day weekend in February.

And finally . . .

You’ve NEVER, EVER pumped your own gas

What is on the 13th Floor?