Timbits

My friend Omid made the drive from Austin to Toronto with me. Somewhere in rural Ontario (between Michigan and Toronto), we decided to stop at a Tim Horton's to pick up some donuts for a snack. Tim Horton's is an omnipresent donut/coffee/sandwich chain here. I stood in line while Omid went to the restroom. Here was the exchange with the clerk:

Me: "I'd like a half-dozen plain glazed donut holes, please."
The clerk looks at me strangely.
Me: "Six plain glazed donut holes."
Clerk: "Our Timbits come in packs of 10, 20, and 30."
Me: "Um, 10 then."

We then completed the sale, but I of course had further questions...

Me: "Now what did you call them?"
Clerk: "Timbits.... Are you American?"
Me: "Yep."
Clerk: "I thought so. Americans always call them donut holes."
Me: "Ah. I'll have to remember that."

So now I'm standing there with a box of "Timbits" waiting for Omid to come out of the restroom, which he does...

Omid (looking at the box in my hand): "TIMBITS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

Of course, all of this is even funnier if you know (or know of) our friend Tim Hampton.