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Untruthful white lies,
Why would I admit?
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Here’s a story about my ability to tell white lies – and get away with it.
Years ago, at a Toastmasters Christmas party, I was chosen to participate in a group activity.
The activity was a spin on Two Truths and One Lie where three members were called forward and given a covert slip of paper containing a scenario together with an indication as to whether or not that scenario was either a truth or a complete falsehood.
Each chosen member then had one minute to ‘sell’ the scenario to the audience and the audience’s task was to identify which person delivered an intentionally untrue, misleading, and completely trumped-up proclamation.
There was more than a general consensus that there was no way I was selling a wobbly. Dean was in the room and even he maintained my story to be a truthful telling, albeit, a story regarding a bizarre situation.
After all, I didn’t laugh, didn’t blink, didn’t quiver or quaver once during my one-minute delivery.
Weren’t they all shocked when it was revealed I was the purveyor of the pork pies?
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