Workday Cheer

Reminds me of an ancestor of mine,  something like a great, great, great grandfather who was a farmer in Ayrshire Scotland.  He would set out into the countryside on his horse and cart to "attend" to his illegal whisky still. After sometime the horse would bring the cart home with him asleep oblivious to the world.   Take that Google, who needs driverless cars when your loyal steed can deliver your drunken backside to your front door.