Three StrikesHello all! In this story I could regale you with story of truth, treachery and turnips, but I think that I'll leave that for a different occasion. Today I will tell you about the way I treat people who bullsh1t me. Including you! No, not you, the other one. You who think that can tell me tall tales and deceive me. I am onto you!
That's how I play with those who think I have half a brain(and the rest in pawnshop):
1. I will ask a lot of questions. Strange questions, probing questions, questions as specific as the size of the shoe of the person sitting next to you at the bus stop in Timbuktu last Thursday.This is fun, because bulsh1t is generating bulsh1t and I enjoy seeing how you squirm and dig yourself deeper and deeper.
2. When I finally satisfied I will tell you to stop bullsh1tting. I will confront you. No need to deny, it's way past that.
3. Three strikes. I know, I know. I'm too soft. I should not give you three chances, but I'm just benevolent like that.:-) I catch you third time and you can forget about me. Permanently.
I hate lies, time wasting and empty bragging. So I warn everybody, beware. Or I will ask you about the intimate points in the career of your octogenarian neighbour!:-D