I completely abstain from said cactus juice

I was in crowded bar late Sunday afternoon, waiting to get a table for supper. As I squeezed past a couple guys at the bar, one them said, “Look: this is how you do it: wipe the salt of the rim with your finger, throw the lime on the floor, then drink the tequila.” Just one of the reasons I love Texans, with our quaint customs, just eschew all the ritual, and drank that cactus juice right on down. No wonder everybody else thinks we’re crazy. [For the record, due to mental health conditions, I completely abstain from said cactus juice — although I do prescribe on some occasions, strictly for its medicinal qualities.]