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Cherryann01

Since we have some how got around to the subject of lying and the moderators have had to step in, I just thought I would tell a true story about myself regarding lying. and to lighten the mood.


To set the background, I served in the Royal Air Force and was stationed at RAF Laarbruch in Germany for two years (1982/1983). I was a humble clerk and worked in the General Office and was accommodated in a block with the rest of the clerks, single rooms but shared facilities. Each morning most of us had the same routine, go to the bathroom with wash bag in hand, clean the teeth, shave and shower before going back to the room to put on our uniform. Now I admit that a lot of drinking went on in those days, cheap booze on camp, great friends who you worked with, eat with, socialised and shared a block with.


On occasion we were late for work and when we were, we were pulled by the Flight Sergeant (Ma Baker we used to call her) and asked why we were late. Most people came up with the same excuses, forgot to set the alarm, did not hear the alarm going off, etc but Ma Baker knew that whatever excuse was given was ultimately down to an excess of booze the night before.


So one day my good friend and I were late up, followed our usual routine of cleaning teeth, shave and shower (shaving after a skin full the night before does not usually end up well so we cut ourselves most of the time). When we arrived at work we were both asked to explain why we were late by Ma Baker. My friend trotted out one of the usual excuses and got a right ear full, nearly ended up on a charge. After dealing with him she turned to me and said your excuse better be good and remember, there is no excuse you can give that I will not have heard before.


Well I had decided to tell a lie so big that could not be true in a million years and I was certain she would never have heard a story like mine. I told her that while taking a short cut through a wooded area, I was attacked by a Sabre Toothed Tiger and said I was lucky to escape alive. I even pointed to my chin where I had nicked myself a couple of times while shaving and said, look what it did to me. I then told her that the Sabre Toothed Tiger had ripped all my clothes and that I knew she was a stickler for her staff turning up smartly so told her I had returned to the block to change my uniform to look presentable.


I got away with a chuckle and the words - go to your desk and get on with your work.


Funny thing was that about three weeks later I was late again, having cut myself shaving again. Ma Baker said to me (Let me guess, the Sabre Toothed Tiger attacked you again). I said to her that that was silly and the chances of being attacked by the same Sabre Toothed Tiger twice in 3 weeks was a 100/1 shot at least. I then went on to say that I had seen the Sabre Toothed Tiger but it was vaporised by the lava flow from the newly erupted volcano which I had to walk two miles around to escape ending up like the Sabre Toothed Tiger and that was why I was late. I even pointed to my forehead and said feel the heat from my head.


Again I got away with it so just shows that you do not need to be a convincing liar to get away with things.

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