Signs you're from New Jersey

You know you're from New Jersey when:

You don't think of fruit if someone mentions "The Oranges."

A good, quick breakfast is a buttered hard roll (with poppy seeds).

You've eaten at a stainless steel clad, Greek-run diner, drunk, at 3 AM.

You know what a "jug handle" is.

You know that there are no "beaches" in New Jersey. There is the "shore", and you never go "to the shore", you go "down the shore." Once there, you are "not at the shore", you are "down the shore."

You don't find "What exit?" particularly funny.

You would never think of attending Princeton - that's for out-of-staters.

You had a kid named Tony in every class you attended.

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

You weren't raised in New Jersey. You were raised in North Jersey, Central Jersey, or South Jersey.

You remember Korvette's, Two Guys, Rickel's, Channel, Bamberger's, and Orbach's.

You've never pumped your own gas.