Dad told a funny story today with a thread of truth.  He had originally heard the story from Charlie ”Tremendous” Jones.   (A motivational speaker that had his hay day back in the 70s and 80s)  I will try to do it justice.

There was a young man that worked in the meat department at a local super market.  One evening as he was closing up, an older lady came in to get some last minute poultry.  She came up to the meat counter and asked to see the chickens.  Having only one chicken left, he reached down into the ice and pulled it out. She looked at it closely and then asked, “Got anything smaller?”

Eager to please, he took the chicken, plunged it back down into the ice, and rustled it around.  He pulled it back out and placed it on the scale, pushing up on the scale with his thumb to make the chicken appear lighter. 

The older lady then exclaimed, “Perfect! I’ll take both of them”.

I thought this story was so sweet.  It feels natural to me to embellish the truth to get what I want, but it seems like I always get stuck in a lie.  My great grandpa always said:

“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember what you said.”  

-still working on it…