Nabs!
Many years ago I was in Georgia with my two young daughters at the city pool. Of course we went to the snack bar. The girls ordered something and I told the “teen” behind the counter I wanted a pack of nabs and a coke. He looked at me like I had horns and said “What?!”. I again said nabs to which he again said “Whattt?!” I pointed to the nabs and said “Right there!”. He said, “ Those are called peanut butter crackers!!” I answered, “ Well, where I come from we call them NABS!!!”
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