It also reminded me of another time years ago when my dad and I were rolling through a small mountain town on the way back from four-wheeling. As we were driving through this parking lot, this tall blond woman stopped us and asked if she had seen me at a bar or club the night before. I felt like a deer in the headlights as I shot back a quick "no." As she left, I was quickly reprimanded by my ever entertaining father for not playing along, and at least having fun with it. Well, years passed, and I realized that I had made no progress with the impromptu lie. Now that it is back in my thoughts, I'm going to work on some good stories for the unsuspecting person that exchanges in pleasantries. Think George Costanza pretending to be a marine biologist or an architect.
Southern France 2009
15 years ago
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