Coke. Only Coke. Ever. I would go to the water fountain if Coke weren’t an option in the machine. Which is awkward in Tennessee. Whenever you walk into someone’s house, they offer you a drink. Typically, the encounter goes something like this:
Host: Would you like a coke?
Me: Yes, please.
Host: Ok, we have Sprite, Pepsi, and Dr. Pepper.
Me: Um. I thought you had Coke?
Host: We do. Sprite, Pepsi, and Dr. Pepper. Which would you like?
Me: Um. Do you have water?