crying wolf.

The other day I went to the shoe store to see if I was in need of new shoes, which I firmly believe I DO NOT, but I was told that might be the problem.
The guy was really easy to mess with and I can’t help but mess with an easy target.

“How many miles would you guess you’ve put on the shoes?”  He’s looking at my once very white shoes that are not so white anymore.
“No many. 30 last month and before that…uh…not much.”
He’s looking the shoes that I told him I have used only for treadmill use, “Really?” He’s skeptical because there is no way these shoes have only been on a treadmill.
“Yeah, really.”  I feel the evil streak in me twitch, “Oh, I wear them when I am playing Olympic Soccer and barrel racing.”
He looks up at me, “oh yeah…that will do it.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “no, I’m kidding.”  He looks at me not amused.
“Well…they look pretty worn.” Master of the obvious points out.
“OH…I know why. I skydive in them.  That’s probably it.”
He looks up at me with a look that is screaming, “I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR HUMOR!”
“No, this time I’m not kidding…I really do….and I suck at sticking my landing.”

I kid you not, he turned and walked away.