Moved from Portland, Maine to Dallas in ‘89. Shortly after, we a had a massive ice storm. Woke up thinking "Didn’t I just leave this s*&% behind?" Hit the shower, breakfast, then went out to scrape and warm up the Blazer. Went to Dunky D’s, then to work. No-one’s there. OK, made coffee, had a doughnut, smoked a pipe while at my workbench. After an hour I call the boss. “Hey, boss, is anyone going to work today?” Him: “Hell no! Have you LOOKED outside?” Me: “Hell, I’ve BEEN outside!” Long pause. Him: “Are you at the &%$@ing shop?” “Uh…yeah. Took a bit to get here-” “Go home! Carefully! I’ll call ya in the morning!” Dallas is nearly shut down by an inch or so of ice and a smattering of snow. Of course, two weeks later, I’m stopped by a Dallas cop, who tells me my NEW Firestone studded snow tires are illegal, but that’s another story.
I moved to Dallas in ‘89. Back then, yeah the drinking laws were pretty Lax. Near my work, there was a drive-thru liquor store that sold cocktails, as well as beer and spirits! Almost every day, I’d stop there for a can of Fosters and drink it on my 30 min drive home. It’s different now. The laws are tighter, the drive-thrus are gone. Alas. Fireworks are only on sale for a couple few weeks before July 4 and January 1.
Apparently, I was mistaken. Thank you for your very kind correction. Upon further research, it seems we were both mistaken as the quote is actually attributed to Sigmund Freud: https://llbah.wordpress.com/2017/05/03/169-in-english-the-original-function-of-groucho-marxs-resignation-joke/
I suppose I could. I use my right hand at the computer 99% of the time.