What Came First, The Chicken, The Egg, Or The Idiom?
I’m driving home from my night shift when my friend’s girlfriend asks if I can pick them up from a bar.
Me: “I guess? You didn’t drive there?”
Friend’s Girlfriend: “[Friend] drove, but he lost his car keys.”
Fair enough. I go a couple of blocks out of my way and text them I’m outside. I see them walk outside, with my friend looking a little wobbly.
Me: “You okay, bud?”
Friend: *Pointing at me.* “Don’t shoot your chickens before you can see the whites of their eggs.”
Me: “How… how much have you drunk tonight?”
Friend: “Yes.”
The next morning, my friend’s girlfriend said she hid his car keys on purpose when he started not only mixing idioms into malaphors but mixing malaphors into double malaphors. She figured that was a level of drunk brain that should be nowhere near a wheel.
