My grandpa left me a boxcar-load of one-liners, bless ‘im. I still think them, even if I don’t say them out loud. Mom and I used to trade them, and I’ve passed a bunch on to #4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian.
For instance, when we had finished any errand or visit and I asked where to next, he would invariably say,
Home, James, and don’t spare the horses.
It’s a phrase that originated in the late 1800s, possibly because Queen Victoria had a coach driver named James. Grandpa told me this story that went with it, but he thought it was a joke somebody made up. Turns out it was a true story!
Grandpa was born in 1910, so people were probably still using the phrase when he was little. Besides, there was a song (or, likely, a reboot of the song) that was very popular in the mid-thirties.
Here it is. You’re welcome.