NOTE: THE FOLLOWING EXPERIENCE IS NOT HERE TO OFFEND ANYONE IN ANY STATE. THIS IS JUST HERE TO HOPEFULLY ELICIT LAUGHS OR SHARE SIMILAR EXPERIENCES.

So, for literally half of my life, I have lived on the east coast. Originally, I was born in New Jersey, but then we moved when I was four. My sisters were born in three other states, but that's a completely different story. We've lived in Pennsylvania and Maryland and then we've also visited New York, where my grandfather and step-grandmother live, and Connecticut which is where they spend the summer. (And also California, but again...another story. That was a special Disney Trip tradition....).

When I was 10 and a half, we were relocated to Ohio which is, contrary to everywhere else we had lived, in the midwest. It was a lot flatter than the places that we lived in, but it was a really nice area. Now, our family is a huge  fan of pizza. I'm not going to brag and say that New Jersey has the best pizza, because it doesn't, but it's still pretty YUUUUUUM! (It's just second best to New York). Anyway, whenever we order pizza on the east coast, we tended to order a large pizza pie. For example, my dad would get on the phone and say, "I'd like to order a large cheese pie, please, with crispy fries."

The first night we spent in our new house in Ohio however, dad ordered pizza and said, "I'd like to order one large cheese pie, and one large pie with pepperoni and mushrooms."

The lady on the other end then said, "Sir, this is a pizza joint. We don't sell pie."

Welcome to the Mid-West.