I worked there in ‘79. I had to make a delivery to a customer in Houston. Met the guy, he dang sure wanted to project a presence. Standing proudly in his giant cowboy hat, a big belly that stretched the buttons and material to the limit of his cowboy shirt, which hung over a giant oversized belt buckle that was barely holding up his duds. Along with sharp looking boots. The total Texas package.
I introduced myself, he asks where I’m from, I said New York. He then went off about “got dam Yankees” taking jobs away from our boys in Texas and he refused to take delivery. So I left. I get back to the shop, they already know. He called, said if they want his business they better not send a Yankee. They told him he’s the only delivery driver they had and that he can go elsewhere with his business but he owes them whatever the order was.
I went back the next day, someone else met me, but he was there a bit away giving me the stink eye. I nodded, he walked away.