It’s Sunday, and the Women’s Auxiliary is coming over, and you’re out of gin.
The liquor stores are closed in Texas, and while throwing a cinder block through a window at Spec’s and pulling a smash-and-grab might work, your rotator cuff is aggravated. Besides, the gin is way back past the bourbon and brandy. The po-po might arrive before you get away.
Too bad Mrs. Higgenloop doesn’t drink Mescal. The Mescal is near the front.
But not to worry. You live at the noted intersection of three states and too countries.
The line to pass through U.S. Customs is unpredictable. You might get stuck on the bridge for a couple of hours, and it that happens, the gin might well be finished by the time you talk to an agent.
Fortunately, New Mexico is an option.
The Side Door Liquor Store is adjacent, and connected to, the State Line. Might as well grab a rack while you’re there.
Billy Crew’s is close, too.
You’re lucky to live in El Paso.