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Different words for different folks

Language fascinates me. I find it interesting that different people from different parts of the US (or the world for that matter) use different words predominantly for the same thing. I ask you; is it a sofa, a couch or a Davenport? Growing up, my mom always called in a Davenport. She hailed from the same hometown as Henry Davenport. I think he was a guy who created a sofa named after himself, and the name (like Xerox or Kleenex or Qtip) stuck. I'm guessing. I really don't know and it's not quite interesting enough to warrant further research. So there you go.
In some parts of the country, they drink soda. In others, it's pop. Some people commonly refer to their refuse as trash or garbage. Here in Hawaii, its usually called rubbish. Yesterday at the grocery store, the gal at the checkout asked us if we wanted a wagon. We both did a double take. On the mainland, we'd have been asked if we wanted a cart. So wagon took a nano-second to process.
The girl also told Ron he had a "puka" in his bag, grabbed it and proceeded to add another. We walked out. "What was that all about?" he asked me.
"You had a puka in your bag."
"What's a puka?"
A puka is a hole. Can't leave the store with a puka in your bag, even if you do put it into a wagon.
I started working on my podcast today. It should be ready for your listening pleasure in a day or two....
It's still raining really hard. Cats and dogs. Coming down in sheets. Pouring. Go figure. I guess that's why they call it a rainforest.
Aloha 'til next time.

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