The dance was flowing smoothly, and it was one number after another. TLW (The Little Woman) decided to purchase some 50/50 raffle tickets near the entrance to the church hall. Behind the table selling the tickets was a young woman who was pleasantly endowed. She was doing a brisk business with unusually happy husbands and spewing, hateful, and unusually silent wives with long faces.
“Did you see how that woman was dressed?” inquired TLW after the purchase.
“Gee, No!” (A lie)
“You mean you didn’t notice her cleavage?”
“Gosh, I’m sorry! I’ll go take another look. You know I only have eyes for you!” (OK another lie)
“She really was dressed inappropriately for a church dance!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk!” (One more lie, actually a three-parter)
A few days later, my good buddy from one of my fundraising committees tells me he found someone to help out on the Golf Committee I was heading.
“She sold 50/50 raffle tickets at the dance. Did you see her?”
“Yeah I saw her!”
“Well she dressed that way to sell tickets, we sold a lot of tickets.”
“You mean I bought a lot of tickets!”
“Well she is willing to help you out”
“Of what?”
“On the golf thing there!”
“Oh!”
“She runs a restaurant and works there after 8:00 pm every evening. I told her you are coming to meet her.”
“Gee thanks!”
Now I had to figure out how to tell TLW. I decide to tell her straight out, get the lecture and/or disdainful look out of the way, and suck it up like a man and visit the woman.
“Toots, I’m going to meet the lady who sold us the 50/50 raffle tickets at the dance.”
“Why?”
“She wants to help out on the golf committee thing.”
“Did you see how she was dressed that night?”
“Gee, No!” (still lying!)
“You mean you didn’t notice her cleavage?”
“Gosh, I’m sorry! I wish I had now. You know I only have eyes for you!” (yup, still lying!)
“She really was dressed inappropriately for a church dance!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk!” (Once more before I hit the road to Hell for lying!)
Unfortunately, like the raffle tickets, she has something I want. (To speak with her. Get your minds out of the gutter!)
But, alas, (A little Shakespearian I learn) she is running late. I decide to wait. Having dinner, I felt it safe to go into this establishment. Waiting I see signs for food, nice signs. I see a sign for ice cream. Two big mounds of vanilla ice cream. I love ice cream! That reminds me I’m there to see the lady. I lose, I order a hot dog, eat it and wait some more.
Finally, she arrives, we speak, she is very modestly dressed and very pleasant, exchanging information, I leave.
Arriving home, there sits TLW, in her chair, waiting.
“How did your meeting go?”
“Fine.”
“Did you get something to eat for free?”
“No” (Half a lie, I paid for it.)
“Hmmm, I’m surprised?”
“It would be wrong!”
Old habits never die!
“Did you see how that woman was dressed?” inquired TLW after the purchase.
“Gee, No!” (A lie)
“You mean you didn’t notice her cleavage?”
“Gosh, I’m sorry! I’ll go take another look. You know I only have eyes for you!” (OK another lie)
“She really was dressed inappropriately for a church dance!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk!” (One more lie, actually a three-parter)
A few days later, my good buddy from one of my fundraising committees tells me he found someone to help out on the Golf Committee I was heading.
“She sold 50/50 raffle tickets at the dance. Did you see her?”
“Yeah I saw her!”
“Well she dressed that way to sell tickets, we sold a lot of tickets.”
“You mean I bought a lot of tickets!”
“Well she is willing to help you out”
“Of what?”
“On the golf thing there!”
“Oh!”
“She runs a restaurant and works there after 8:00 pm every evening. I told her you are coming to meet her.”
“Gee thanks!”
Now I had to figure out how to tell TLW. I decide to tell her straight out, get the lecture and/or disdainful look out of the way, and suck it up like a man and visit the woman.
“Toots, I’m going to meet the lady who sold us the 50/50 raffle tickets at the dance.”
“Why?”
“She wants to help out on the golf committee thing.”
“Did you see how she was dressed that night?”
“Gee, No!” (still lying!)
“You mean you didn’t notice her cleavage?”
“Gosh, I’m sorry! I wish I had now. You know I only have eyes for you!” (yup, still lying!)
“She really was dressed inappropriately for a church dance!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk!” (Once more before I hit the road to Hell for lying!)
Unfortunately, like the raffle tickets, she has something I want. (To speak with her. Get your minds out of the gutter!)
But, alas, (A little Shakespearian I learn) she is running late. I decide to wait. Having dinner, I felt it safe to go into this establishment. Waiting I see signs for food, nice signs. I see a sign for ice cream. Two big mounds of vanilla ice cream. I love ice cream! That reminds me I’m there to see the lady. I lose, I order a hot dog, eat it and wait some more.
Finally, she arrives, we speak, she is very modestly dressed and very pleasant, exchanging information, I leave.
Arriving home, there sits TLW, in her chair, waiting.
“How did your meeting go?”
“Fine.”
“Did you get something to eat for free?”
“No” (Half a lie, I paid for it.)
“Hmmm, I’m surprised?”
“It would be wrong!”
Old habits never die!
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