...a wondrous thing, don't you think?
When I was sent a notice I had jury duty, I fretted about it. Not because I didn't want to do my civil duty. But because we are so short handed at work! Impossibly so. We've been working with only 2 of us for several hours a day and well, no way could one person handle it.
But then, voila, a miracle occurred.
Here is what happened. I went down to the courthouse, mentioned the law courses I'd taken in college, how much I'd love to be in charge, and was ready to stay for weeks to do my duty.
Now the truth of the matter was--my number was too high and I was dismissed before I even had to report to the courthouse. Although I have taken business law courses and I have sat in on court cases because of that.
But what fun is there in the truth? So I'll stick to the much more imaginative story.
Once, I broke two of my fingers while walking my two standard poodles. Charlemagne was the black poodle, and Angelina, the white. Both decided to go different ways while on leashes and my fingers just don't bend that way. So here I am at a teddy bear show, trying to personalize bears by embroidering the paws by hand, with splints on two fingers and so...what do I say?
Everyone asked! So I had to come up with something. One man asked me if the bear bit me for poking him with a needle. And that was my story.
My mother's boyfriend fell off a steep step at a party and he was taking blood thinner so the poor man looked terrible after he fell. But my mother hit her eye with her car door when she was opening it and gave herself a black eye. So between the two of them, they just said they'd had a fight. Everyone laughed, knowing it wasn't so. But it was a lot more fun than telling the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!
What do you think? Ever give a funny version of a situation because it's just too boring to give the truth?
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