The new guy in the office is "not from here." Technically he's more from the midwest than a Yankee, but the concept is pretty much the same. This has been evident over the past few weeks, but never more so than today. The day before Thanksgiving, when people randomly bring piles of food for everybody to snack on after warming up their mad cooking skilz in preparation of the big day. So the new guy just went after a cinnamon roll and came back saying,
"Robbie is also passing out something called a 'sausage ball.' It appears to be something like a biscuit with cheese or something."
Dude. It's not a biscuit with cheese. IT'S A SAUSAGE BALL. And every person in the office, except for you, knows exactly what it is. Next he'll be trying to describe grits.
Seriously. It hasn't even started yet and I think I need a break from the holidays.