You know the meaning of OBT, and don’t drive down it after 5pm.
You are at Wal-mart more then you are at your own home.
You find yourself humming the jingle for Premier Adult Factory Outlet.
You prepare for hurricane season by buying pretzels and beer.
You have to be over 90 years old to know what snow feels like, and have seen it in another state.
Your air conditioning bill is higher than the annual budget for most small countries.
You call amway arena the o-rena! (wish the name never changed).
You’ve lived here the majority of your life, yet still claim to be “from” somewhere else.
You refuse to go in the pool because the water temperature feels hotter than the air temperature.
You don’t think twice about wearing your sunglasses while driving in the rain.
You turn the heat on in your house as the temperature dips below 65.
You drive to the store, three blocks from your house.
You’ve spent hours on the Lazy River just to flirt with the lifeguard.
You know where Disney is, but not well enough to give decent directions.
You know where and can name six major motels within five miles of your house.
You own five really hip jackets, but have only had the chance to wear one.
You’ve started out on a Friday night, determined to find a hip, exciting, new night spot, only to end up back on Wall Street.
You know who David Maus, Don Reed and Bob Dance are.
Your social calendar revolves around FSU/UF/UCF college football games.
You can name every mall’s food court choices.
You’ve been to Universal a thousand times and never had a chance to ride Jaws.
You have imagined what would have happened had Nick Anderson not missed those free throws.
You know where to find 4 differnt Ci-Cci’s Pizza’s.
You can not only name all Backstreet Boys and NSYNC dudes, but also point out their various houses around town.
You remember when it used to be cold on Christmas.
You can recite a Morgan, Colling and Gilbert commercial. (now Morgan & Morgan).
You’ve questioned the validity of Pamela Brady’s pregnancies and Bob Opsahl’s hair.
Your pet name for mother nature is mother-something else.
You do christmas shopping in January.
Your flip flops are considered business casual.
You were taught that the best way to avoid a gator is to run in a zig-zag.
You know someone who knows someone who was struck by lightning.
You are afraid to visit the beach or a water park becuase of the abundance of tourist speedos.
You regularly mention the high risk of shark attacks at Daytona and New Smyrna to all tourists who ask.
There are only two weather conditons: “hot or raining”.
You know someone who has passed out from humidity.
There is a gator in your swimming pool, and you know who to call.
Only you are allowed to call it “O-town”, and anyone else who does will get smacked.
You don’t know why you live in Orlando and can’t remember when you moved there.
Your idea of mass transit is the Disney Monorail.
Some of your best friends are people you met in line somewhere or in traffic.
You’ve spent time pondering the meaning of the lights on the side of the Downtown Public Library.
No matter where you go, you are always 30 minutes away.
Instead of explaining to people from other places that you are from Winter Springs, Winter Park, Altamonte Springs, Maitland, Apopka, Windermere etc., you simply tell them you are from Orlando.
You’ve got a tan line on your wrist from theme park, bar and club wristbands.