You just might be a yankee if:

You think barbecue is a verb meaning "to cook outside."
You think Heinz Ketchup is really SPICY!
You don't have any problems pronouncing "Worcestershire sauce" correctly.
For breakfast, you would prefer potatoes au gratin to grits.
You've never had an RC cola.
You've never, ever, eaten okra, fried or boiled.
You eat fried chicken with a knife and fork.
You've never seen a live chicken, and the only cows you've seen are on road trips.
You have no idea what a polecat is.
You don't see anything wrong with putting a sweater on a poodle.
You would rather vacation at Martha's Vineyard than Six Flags.
More than two generations of your family have been kicked out of the same prep school in Connecticut.
Instead of referring to two or more people as "y'all," you call them "you guys," even if both of them are women.
You don't think Ted Kennedy has an accent.
You have never planned your summer vacation around a gun-n-knife show.
You think more money should go to important scientific research at your university than to pay the salary of the head football coach.
The last time you smiled was when you prevented someone from getting on an on-ramp to the highway.
The farthest south you've ever been is the perfume counter at Neiman Marcus.
You call binoculars opera glasses.
You can't spit out the car window without pulling over to the side of the road and stopping.
You don't know anyone with at least two-first names (i.e., Joe Bob, Faye Ellen, Billy Ray, Mary Jo, Bubba Dean, Joe Dan, Mary Alice,
You've never been to a craft show.
You can do your laundry without quarters.
None of your fur coats are homemade.

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