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 know that the state isn't one big oil refinery.
You know what a "jug handle" is.
You know that WaWa is a convenience store.
You know that there are no "beaches" in New Jersey--there's the shore--and you don't go "to the shore," you go "downashore." And when you are there, you're not "at the shore"; you are "downashore."
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 live within 20 minutes of at least three different malls.
You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.
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 either North Jersey, Central Jersey or South Jersey.
You remember the stores Korvette's, Two Guys, Rickel's, Channel, Bamberger's and Orbach's.
You've had a boardwalk cheese steak and vinegar fries.
And finally . . .
You've NEVER, EVER pumped your own gas.