Any soda from a vending machine, or ice chest, which is chilled to perfection and very satisfying at 3:30 in the morning when you wake to the smell of neighbors barbecuing at your apartment complex, only to find that "Oh, Lord Jesus - It's a fire", and you have to run for your life, forgetting your shoes and everything, Jesus. Ain't nobody got time for that.
Sweet Brown: I woke up to go get me a cold-pop, and I thought somebody was barbecuing. I said "Oh Lord Jesus, it's a fire!" and I ran, I didn't grab no shoes or nothin', Jesus... I ran for my life! Then the smoke got me! I got bronchitis! Ain't nobody got time for that!!!