There are MAC machines in Delaware, too, but I don't know what it stands for. I call them ATMs. I used to call them cash flow machines, because that's what our college campus one was called, and that's when I first started using them.

So, what region is it that calls all soda coke? I know I did that as a kid, and then later switched to soda, but we were in Germany then, and I think when you asked for a coke, you usually got an actual Coke because that's what was there at the time, so...

I usually have a jar of instant in the freezer. For my dad, who actually drinks gallons and gallons of that stuff and likes instant. I need to go get another before he visits again. He polished it off in January.

Coke is a Southern thing. Every soda is a coke.

And I was a "pop" sayer till I went to college.

So, what region is it that calls all soda coke?

I think it's Deep South. That quiz didn't have an option for what I call soda, which is "soft drink". I also heard "cold drink" a lot in New Orleans.

I picked up "Coke" in North Carolina. So it isn't confined entirely to the Deep, Deep South.

OK. My mother is from the South, so that's probably where we got it.

My originally-from-Gulf-Coast-Texas grandmother always says "cold drink," but I always assumed it was because she's a teetotaller (how do you spell that, anyway), and doesn't want anyone to think she's offering a cocktail.

BF has a french press and a Braun grinder for his beans and he ADORES his coffee that way, although he only drinks one cup a day.

I'd offer someone a cold drink, but I'd ask for a Coke. Soft drink seems more like a written on a sign thing.

I've been pretty good at sticking to one cup of coffee a day. One and a half since I can't let the little bit of Blue Mountain that's in the press after we've had our one cup each go to waste. Yum.

I have never heard anyone say "BOW-tique" and I think I would have been very confused (before today) had anyone done so. That's just crazy talkin'.

We have the reverse problem wrt coffee and visitors - we have to buy Sanka for mr. flea's mother when she visits - she doesn't like brewed coffee. More crazy.

Today is the 10th anniversary of my First Real Date (we had a leadup of meetings and lunches that felt weird and not-datelike, probably because they weren't dates, since mr. flea had not broken up with his previous girlfriend yet) with mr. flea. We went to an Irish Pub (Murphy's in Clifton) and played darts with two very drunk guys both named Dave, one of whom said, "she might be good, if you'd teach her how to throw."