Here’s the relevant wiki bit. The Feds forced the states to change starting in 1975 but it took awhile for every state to get with the program.
I take pride in being the first person in my home town to legally turn right on red. The law changed July 1st 1977, so I pulled up to a light just before midnight June 30th as the light turned red. Being late at night, there was no other traffic so I checked my watch for a few minutes after midnight to be safe, then made my historic turn. It helped that it was the only stoplight in the entire town.
Courageous pioneer!
Come on, enough about right turns already. Dump on your ex!
I don’t usually kink shame, but that ain’t right. Maybe that’s why they are your ex?
Long, long ago, I was seeing a person who was convinced their ‘parents’ were from Outer Space, and they were placed here on Earth to observe and whatnot. The parents would appear to them as a ‘yellow light’ that would hover and engage with them.
Bat-shit fucking crazy. Not bad in the sack, though.
As always around here: “Do not stick your …” 
Having had a stunted social life in my youth and still being married to my first wife, I don’t have enough ex’s to have any good stupid ex stories.
However I did post this doozy in a thread about stupid acquaintances, cow-orkers, etc. This dates from 17 years ago, so don’t revive the zombie unwittingly.
That actually seems like a slightly reasonable guess, considering you didn’t tell her why a nautical mile is longer than a statute mile.
Until you consider the offsetting effect of going down the downhill side of the waves.
Which, after all the laughter had subsided, somebody pointed out to her. To which she emitted a disappointed “Ohhh” and went back to pondering something. Probably her hair.
As I said then, she was a sweet human being. But really needed a seeing-eye adult to help her through life.
Wouldn’t a thinking-brain dog help more? I know dogs who function better in life than many of the folks I come into daily contact with, and wish there was such help available.
Excellent point. We could probably get a dog to do most of this stuff. Though not people’s taxes; dogs are bad at math.
For years one of my go-to rueful remarks about my fellow humans is “Gee, that guy/gal shouldn’t be allowed outside without their Mommy.” It sorta covers for your cases too; if their Mom had been there when they were getting into trouble, they’d probably wouldn’t be your problem today.
In the Sandman universe, Delirium’s dog is named Barnabas. So it can work in comic books.
Not sure how I wound up here 6 months down the road, but I have to ask- how did your sister explain what happened? Great post BTW.
I had an ex who thought that pork chops came from the face of the pig. Somehow she’d heard the expression “licking his chops,” and extrapolated from that that “chops,” as a cut of meat, came from the face.
She was otherwise a highly intelligent and well-educated woman.
I thought the same thing when I was 6. Mom set me straight shortly thereafter. But if I hadn’t thought to ask or keep talking about it that confusion might have persisted unnoticed to adulthood.
Honestly, I don’t remember if she said anything or just hid under the covers. But…thinking about it…she was dissed worse than me. I was the wronged girlfriend, she was the one that just happened to be there when the sex happened.
I was probably pissed off at her for a couple of days, but again, that was a long time ago and we’ve gotten over it. I’ll have to ask my sister what she did with him next time we talk. It would be REALLY funny if she broke up with him because of “cheating”. She’s never been that bright either, bless her heart.
I’d wondered the same thing when I read that the first time. Glad somebody finally had the 'nads to ask.
We’d love an update on your sister’s version of events and what happened next. At least I know I would. 
I’ll second that.
I dated a girl in college who uttered the phrase
“I can’t be out of money. I still have checks!”
Now, she wasn’t so much dumb as naive in the ways of finances. Coming from a well to do family she had never had to think about such things. And one phone call to daddy quickly relieved her woes. Nonetheless, although we continued to “date” for a while, that simple sentence changed her into my future ex-girlfriend right then and there.
Back in the Olden Dayes of credit cards with the embossed numbers and the Ker-Chunk! imprint machines I used to joke that
I can’t be up to my credit limit; I haven’t worn the numbers off the card yet.
Once in awhile between wife and I we tried real hard to get there though!