Not in the city anymore

It's all quiet in the office and suddenly the new guy, who's been reading wire stories for most of the evening, suddenly exclaims, "Holy shit! Three thousand five hundred people?!"

I whip around to face him, thinking there might have been another terrorist attack somewhere, or perhaps an earthquake or a tsunami. "What? What's going on?"

"Three thousand five hundred people went to this county fair?" the new guy said. "That's a lot of people, I can't believe they all went."

He's from Long Island, where, according to him, that many people would never go to a county fair. Wait until someone tells him that those 3,500 people consumed more than 5,000 pounds of brisket at the county fair's annual barbecue cook-off.