There have been some posts floating around the blog world about telling little white lies. But what if you're the one being lied to?
Last week, I sent a package - and paid extra for express shipping - to my dad's house; he would be home to sign for it (if I sent it to my house, it would have been sent to the post office, which has ridiculous hours and I never would have been able to pick it up). I told him to call me as soon as it arrived. It was really important to me. He said he would.
This past Wednesday (as in yesterday) rolls around and I still hadn't heard from him, so I gave him a call.
"Dad?""Oh yeah. Your package came.""Why didn't you tell me? I needed it yesterday!""Sorry. I forgot.""When did it come?""Yesterday. It was left outside.""Dad, I'm looking at the tracking number. It said it was delivered on Monday.""It came yesterday."
|Uh, this says it came on the 3rd. That was Monday.|
You have to understand; I have prided myself on the knowledge that my dad doesn't lie. Ever. In fact, sometimes he's too honest.
"Dad, how does this shirt look?""It's a nice shirt; it just doesn't look good on you."(True story.)
When I learned that my dad may have told me a little white lie, I was crushed. Maybe he really is telling the truth and the tracking number is wrong. Whatever the case, at the end of the day, someone lied (my dad or Canada Post). Plain and simple, it sucks.
How do you feel about being lied to?
Are little white lies okay?