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That's easy! They're both within five miles of downtown SLC. Of course, decaf only.... ?
That reminds me of a fun stat. The top 5 lotto sales locations in Idaho either are, or at least used to be on the border of Utah. Something like 20% of Idaho lotto tickets used to be purchased by Utah residents.That's easy! They're both within five miles of downtown SLC. Of course, decaf only.... ?
I remember driving all day, New Year's Day of '86, on icy, snowpacked roads, in my move to Idaho from L.A., via Telluride. I had been slipping and sliding for at least ten hours on my wonderful L.A. Winter tires, commonly known as "Slicks", in my VW Sirocco. I stopped in a crowded casual dining place (Bob's Big Boy?) at the dinner hour and stepped up to the counter. When asked what I wanted, I said simply "Just a big cup of black coffee". I got this blank stare as the near-by tables went silent.
I got a very polite response that "I'm sorry, but we donāt serve coffee here." Silly me. I took in that statement, processed it fully, and wistfully asked something like "Why not?". The waitress very politely said, "Well.... you're in Provo..... Utah". Tired from driving on snow and ice all day, after six days and nights in Un-Provo-like Telluride, I still didn't get it, and then the light came on. "DUH!", I thought.
"Oh, thank you! I'll see myself out". Halfway out the door, a nervous-looking patron followed me, and, after looking around to make sure nobody overheard the conversation, said "There's a truckstop on your way to Salt Lake City that has pretty good cof... um, I hear they have pretty good coffee". I was so thankful that he took pity on me. That late in the day, the coffee was bitter and luke warm, but it got me to Idaho to start a new chapter in this Adventure called life.
I've enjoyed every chapter since and I'm really looking forward to next one that the wonderful folks at Rivian are helping to craft. I know the coffee will be much better along the way. ?
I know that joke well and remember the busiest lotto sales and liquor sales were both along that quiet, unpopulated border. At least that was the case until Utah started liberalizing things a little with the Winter Olympics.
I was invited to a cookout last night. Anywhere but here, Iād just assume BYOB, but here itās always a crap shoot as to whether alcohol is appropriate. So I discretely take a bottle of wine in a cooler. When I get there, I notice that no one has an obvious alcoholic beverage in their hand, but everyone has some sort of mug they are drinking out of. I notice them discretely refilling from their coolers, so I do likewise. Reminds me of the joke people would use when I lived in the south - How do you tell the difference between and Baptist and a Methodist? The Methodist will say hello to you when you see them in the liquor store. ?
Reminds of the family parties we went to and my 3 yr old had a meltdown because I would not open a cold beer for him! Lol.
