LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE!
There are lies, damned lies, and statistics – about lies. In an episode of Castle, after interviewing a suspect, Detective Kate Beckett asks Rick Castle what he thinks. Castle responds, “He’s lying!” Beckett replies, “Of course he’s lying! Everybody lies, about everything, all the time! We have to figure out what he’s lying about.”
I once worked with a young woman. When I was very interested in motorcycles, she owned and rode her own bike. If I hung around with her, I could hang around with several of her male biking friends and score the occasional ride.
One of the first things she told me was, “I never lie. I have a poor memory, and can’t remember what I’ve lied to who about, so I always tell the truth. It’s easier to remember.” It took a while, but I started paying attention, and keeping track.
She had an active social life, but told me, “I’ve never slept with a married man.” Then she took me to a Country-Western bar for lunch. The manager was a businesswoman. She told me that she’d had sex with the woman’s first husband. She was not named as a respondent, because he had a number of dalliances….Then she told me that she’d slept with this woman’s second husband also. “I couldn’t help it. He’s just so cute.”
Riding a motorcycle is a big job! It requires far more work and attention than auto-piloting a car. She told me one day that, “I never ride my bike impaired, whether booze or drugs. You could get hurt, or killed.”
On our afternoon shift, we got a half-hour for supper. One evening she realized that she had no recreational drugs to go home to – no weed, no hash oil. She said, “Come with me at break. We’ll ride over to my supplier and score something for me later.”
After a quick, five-minute scoot, she scored a ‘quarter of hash’. I turned to leave, but she broke it in two, and she and the dealer smoked half of it, while I tried to stay near fresh air. (Cuz it’s only good manners to share, man)
When she was finally ready to return to work (half-baked), I held out my hand for the bike keys. “No way man! It’s my bike, and nobody rides my bike except me!” They say there are no Atheists in foxholes. This Atheist prayed the whole ride back.
I usually took the bus to work, but it wasn’t far out of her way to give me a ride home. One evening, as we were leaving work, one of her active social life’s was waiting it the plant door, to take her out for ‘a couple of drinks’. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. She handed me the keys to the motorcycle that only she could drive, and said, “Could you leave it at my place, and walk the rest of the way home?”
She lied to herself as well as me, about never lying. It’s likely that she even believed the lie. She lied about sleeping with married men, and probably never noticed. She lied about always riding sober – but that ‘bad memory’ thing can come from being smoked up. She lied about never letting anyone else pilot her bike as soon as a delivery service became socially convenient.
She was a nice enough person, if a little(?) wild, but I kept track. She lied to everybody, about everything, even stuff she didn’t need to lie about – where she’d been, and with who, how much she drank. She lied about a potential newspaper job, and to herself as well as others about her abilities.
Cynical much??! Even before the Castle show, I developed a finely tuned ability to tell when others are lying. Their lips are moving. 😯
Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, hubby’s new job, kids’ school grades – what do you lie about? Tell the truth now. I’ll know.