This week, we asked you to write, in 400 words or less, a memoir in which dialect or colloquialisms feature prominently
We grew up drinking "pop". No brand names, not cola, or root beer, or orange drink. Just "pop".
"Mom! Can I have "pop"?"The answer from my mother, captain of the grammar police, was "sure you CAN, but you MAY not."
When company came by, "Would you like a "pop"?" It was easy, universal to my thinking.
Then I went to work in a restaurant that offered free refills. It became awkward to guess which "pop" the customer was drinking. I was never comfortable with "would like more "pop?" I felt liking I was offering them a slap upside the head. Offering by brand name was great, if I'd brought them their first glass and had even the first clue what that was.
So I have found the best answer has been "would you like more "soda?" Which makes me self conscious every time I ask. I don't drink "soda". I drink "pop". I feel like I'm pretending sophistication. I mean, it's Indiana, don't we all drink "pop" here?