Little White Lies aka Friday Afternoon Confessions

[LaneyDoll]

I was on FB and saw the following post...

Friday afternoon confession: In elementary school, I convinced a younger neighbor that the ice cream truck only played music when it was out of ice cream.

As much as this made me laugh, it made me wonder what replies the BFP family would have.

So come on! It is Friday, time to confess those little white lies!

;)

[LaneyDoll]

I once convinced a younger co-worker that Florida was closed. She and her boyfriend were planning a trip for Senior Week. I told her that they closed Florida "because so many people are down there that they cannot accommodate everyone."

Sadly, she believed me and called her boyfriend with the bad news. His reply? "Um, you cannot close a STATE."

:innocent:




:sparklyheart:

[1PlayfulFemme]

Well, It's SATURDAY (actually, *Cough* it's SUNDAY now) so, I'm not sure I should confess...I think I'll save it for next Friday :D Love the idea of this thread Laney!! :)

[Kobi]

We used to go for walks at lunchtime. Living in a tourist area, cars always stopped and asked for directions. Yes, people used to do that. It was annoying but they always got a correct answer. After they left, we would goof on where we should have sent them just for fun.

When the car stopped, the first thing they usually asked was...are you a native? They meant are you Cape Codders or are you tourists like us. Well, sometimes one of our group was a native American from the Wampanoag tribe here on the Cape. So, the answer would always be....."hey Ramona, they are looking for you".

Some would ask how to get to the Cape Cod Canal Tunnel. The tunnel idea started, I'm sure, in a bar on a day some resident was griping about the traffic and how we should have residents only roads. Some enterprising person took it to heart and began to make and sell these:

http://ts4.mm.bing.net/th?id=I.4986384783442203&pid=15.1.

There is no tunnel. But, we were tempted to direct them to the canal and suggest they start digging so they could build us a one. :seeingstars:

Or, they would ask how to get to the bridge to Nantucket. There is no bridge to Nantucket. The best goof I remember was head north to Boston and hang a right.

Of course there was the time when I gave directions to someone and the person I was with asked why did they want to go to the dump? I'm like ....dump? They wanted to go here. And then I remembered I told them to take a left rather than a right. Oooops :blink: