Sometimes teeny tiny white lies save us when we need to be saved. Sometimes those teeny tiny white lies can snowball into a bigger lie that we have to lie more to cover up.
What was the last white lie you told?
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Teeny Tiny White Lies
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I told this girl I was dating that I liked this dress that looked like a dull blue duffle – bag that I liked, when I would’ve thought a burlap sack would’ve been an improvement. But I DIDN’T tell her, & she wore it to just about EVERY date we went out on afterwards.
I didn’t tell her the truth, because I wanted to spare her feelings. BACKFIRED & blew up in my face !
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the kids had tried all the big kid rides at the fair that they were allowed to go on. then they set their sites on the little kid rides, that they could have gone on, but… we were tired, we didnt want to stand around watching them ride the rides anymore. we wanted french fries dammit
so we told them they were too big for the little kid rides and that they wouldnt be allowed to ride them, so lets go eat something okay?! (we could have just said No and dealt with meltdowns and fits and still got food, but a little white lie saved everyone around us as well as everyone involved from all that drama…)
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The house in Glendale, AZ was nearly finished. Only the garage had to be cleaned up. It had about 42 empty boxes saved over the years by my Aunt and the usual floor litter and dirt. My cousin Sue said that she was NOT going to clean the garage for the new buyers. Escrow was closing, but the new buyers saw that the garage needed to be cleaned out. Sue said, “To hell with the buyers, they can clean the garage themselves!” The movers had taken all the furniture and I swept and vacuumed a nice clam shell pattern in all of the carpeting. I put my vacuum cleaner in my car. Sue was getting into her car. She really was not going to do any more work and was leaving the house unfinished. This is how it has been from the very first day. Sue sits on her ass and hires people to do the work and what work cannot be hired out, she has me doing. I pulled weeds in the yards, made ugly disgusting toilets shine gleaming white, packed boxes, cleaned and patched walls, did heavy lifting, shampooed carpets, cleaned out cabinets, and the list goes on. Sue did the telephone work, calling people and arguing with them over what needs to be done. As the movers wanted Sue to get her ass out of the last couch, so that they could wrap it and carry it out to the moving van, I stuck an inventory sticker on Sue’s blouse with a sticker of the family name. I begged the movers to wrap up the couch WITH Sue still on it. They knew why, but could not do that. With everything gone and the carpets vacuumed, Sue was ready to ignore the mess in the garage and leave for California. We stood by her car and I said good-bye. I said, “It was fun working with you on this house.” That was a lie. It was hell working with Sue because she had ordered me around and I did all of the heavy cleaning and packing. I was exhausted! I waved good-bye.
I went back there the next day. I tore down all of the boxes flattened and stuffed them into the largest box. I was sweeping all of the clutter and mess from the garage floor when I suddenly cried out to whatever force of the universe, “Help me!”
Suddenly, a micro burst swirled by the garage and sucked up all of the clutter and plastic bags with most of the floor dirt. It formed a mini-tornado and swirled out down the street, dispersing the dirt and trash to the front yards of several of the neighbors. Those neighbors had been very rude to Sue and I in the past few months. I stood and watched the funnel releasing plastic bags and dirt as it vanished down the street —- Oh well! Karma!!! I swept up the rest of the floor dirt and a handyman and I pulled the big box full of flattened boxes out to the curbside to be picked up by the trash truck. My job was over. Escrow closed. The new owners ar moving into their house today. It was NOT fun working with Sue. However, she is my cousin and I still have to be nice to her.
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we had a friend coming to visit that I hadn’t seen in a long time and although I did want to hear what’s new, I really didn’t want to hear it during game three against Tampa Bay and my Blue Jays. That white lie cost me 8.5 innings of a game that was tied 4-4 going into the bottom of the 9th and I tuned in just in time to see the last play of the game. A home run by Donaldson for a walk off win.
Who takes 8.5 innings to tell you what’s new? A good friend. In hindsight, glad I stuck by my white lie.
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A few days ago I had plugged in a very potent air freshener and turned the dial up so that the maximum amount of “freshness” would escape it. My dad asked me if I was the one who plugged in the freshener, and I said yes. He told me that the freshener had given my mom an asthma attack and then asked if I turned the dial all the way up. I said no. I really had no reason to lie, but I guess it was out of habit.
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Your dad is not a terrible person.
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