I consider myself an honest person, except for when I’m in one of three situations:
1. Riding in a taxi, 2. Getting a haircut, and 3. Hanging out with a group of friends who’ve watched a show or movie that I haven’t.
Fibbing in the first two situations is safe because I’m able to retain a degree of anonymity. The chances of my getting the same cabby twice are next to none and my salon visitation patterns are ever-changing as I’ve yet to find an establishment that doesn’t violently shampoo, overcharge, or leave me looking like Jerry O’Connell in Stand by Me. So, what’s the big deal? Why [...]