Today I told a lie, without missing a beat
Is it okay to tell a little white lie? Ordinarily I’m a fairly honest person. I don’t cheat, steal, write anything that’s untrue if it’s not labeled fiction or say I’m going to do something without following through.
But today I told a lie. Without missing a beat. I was walking through the gauntlet at Sam’s Club.
I was in Sam’s strictly for the food; giant bags of tortilla chips, mega packages of chicken, 15-pound bags of potatoes. But before reaching the well-stocked freezers that feature things like microwave-ready charbroiled burgers and family-size frozen lasagna, I had to pass the hungry, desperate, eager young salespeople.
They lurk in front beside the door so they can snag you before you duck out of sight, and they sell things I am totally uninterested in, like energy-efficient windows, siding, new roofing and satellite dishes.
Merely saying “I am here for the food!” doesn’t work. They counter with, “How long have you owned your house?”
If I tell them truthfully, “Thirty years,” I’ve had it. A thirty-year-old house is bound to be a prime candidate for a new roof or energy-efficient windows.
One time I said, “I don’t want to buy anything for my house! I don’t need siding or…
