"Excuse me, where's the pop?"
"I'm sorry the what?"
I shook my head. "I'm sorry the what?"
"Oh the pop!" I quickly took her to aisle G12, and she looked at me like I was crazy.
"Miss, I asked for the pop. Why the hell are we in the cereal aisle? Where's your Mountain Dew?"
Oh. She wanted soda not Pops the cereal. Yay, Midwest!