Whenever we go to New Jersey (usually to the Newark Airport or to visit my parents' friends), we stop at the same truck stop every time. The first time I left for Oxford, my mom bought me a lovely bracelet at the truck stop. I got compliments whenever I wore it, and I always found it funny to respond, "Thanks, I got it at a truck stop in New Jersey."
Anyway, that bracelet broke a while ago, so I have this running joke with my mom that she needs to pick me up a new bracelet the next time she goest to that truck stop. My parents went down to the Jersey Shore to visit friends this weekend, and my mom bought this bracelet for me there...not at the truck stop, but at a little Fair Trade shop on the Shore. Even though I've never been to the Jersey Shore, it makes me think of all the times we passed through that truck stop in New Jersey on the way to Newark Airport to go to Oxford.