My first true “Out of Wisconsin” experience I can remember is my first month in Navy Boot Camp.  One day I became rather parched.  An easy task to accomplish in San Diego, in summer, at boot camp.  I asked someone “Where’s the bubbler?”

Not a single soul knew what the hell I was talking about.  To make matters worse, I new of no other term for “that device that squirts water out for you to drink”.

With the obligatory “Z, are you retarded?” rhetorical question from the Company Commander, he taught me a new term – “water fountain” – and I got my drink of water.

…..and that was the beginning of a whole new line of wisdom.

Oh, oops, almost forgot to post the link which motivated me to write this down.  I now know WHY I call it a “bubbler”.