A Newly-minted Minterview – May 28

By On May 28, 2010 · 17 Comments · In Featured, Minterview

It’s mini.  It’s an interview.  It’s a mini-interview:  MINTERVIEW!  So fun, so refreshing, so thought-provoking.  Minterviews are easy and non-fattening:  Just answer either of these questions yourself – or, even better, interview someone else and post his or her response.  It’s a fabulous conversation starter – with a cute stranger, or even with an ugly stranger.  If you ask someone you love, you might be surprised at the answer.  If you ask someone you hate, then you’re braver than I am.  Keep the answers brief – 150 words or less – and let’s see what we discover about each other! Answer in the comment box below.

1.  What’s the worst, most bald-faced lie you’ve ever told – and did you get caught?

2.  What was your favorite childhood toy?

 
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  • http://www.awordwithyoupress.com/ Thornton Sully

    I told a lie about my favorite childhood toy, but not until I was an adult. I got caught, red-handed, which leads to the question, do infants have as much fun in infancy, as adults do in adultery?

  • spykergyrl

    We were at our friends' house for dinner last night, and we used my husband's cellphone to log on to A Word with You Press, where we read the Minterview questions. It got a great conversation started . . . at least two people at the table had started fires (one in the woods, one in a field) and lied about it. One person broke a window and blamed her sister. I broke my grandmother's treasured figurine, and blamed gravity. Nobody got away with it. My grandmother was hardest of all on me: She immediately saw through my lie, wasn't in the slightest angry with me, but said that the thing that hurt her most wasn't the broken china doll, but that I lied to her. I never lied to her again.

    Other people – different story. Remind me to tell you about the time I broke college curfew (and the prohibition against drinking on campus) by parking directly in front of the campus security office and sharing a bottle of whiskey. It was the one place they never thought to look. On the other hand, we never exactly lied to anyone about it.

  • spykergyrl

    Is adultery fun?

  • Jamie

    Lies, lies, lies… me at my worst.
    My sisters and I were living in St. Louis and I was around 13 and wanted to go to Six Flags. I'd been babysitting and dog walking and saved more than enough money to go, as had my twin and one of our friends.
    We'd been studying traveling and reading bus schedules in school. We were told by the adults we couldn't go. SO… my sis and I said our friends mom was taking us, as she told her parents that our family was driving. With our new found skills in reading bus schedules, we planned our get away one Saturday. How clever we were!
    The our team of three made it to Six Flags (nearly an hour away in a different town) and had a great day! When it was time for us to go to the bus stop to catch our ride home, much to our dismay, there was no bus. As stressful situations bring out the very, uh, best in people, we proceeded to get into a fight to determine who had to call their parents. Okay, so the poor girl didn't have a chance, there were two of us against her. She called her mom.
    It was then that she told us that everyone knew that we lied. My older sister was at the front gates looking for us to bring us home. Well the ride home was just about the worst I've ever known. When we dropped off our friend at her house, everything just got worse. I lied, I lied, I lied… it was heeer fault, she made us…
    The punishments were swift, severe and unforgettable. Our friend… well she didn't get punished. Her mom was 'just thrilled' that she learned to read the bus schedule and showed her how to read the return trip portion. We were not allowed to play together again: after all, look at what those twins did in beating her up to make her go to the amusement park.
    By the way, I'm still grounded some 30 years later.

  • Jamie

    Favorite childhood toy: Aly (my sister), my partner in discovering life, gravity, and forgiveness.

  • spykergyrl

    . . . anyway, to answer my own question: When I was about seven years old – someone – my grandmother, I think – gave me a floppy stuffed pony. I think maybe it was supposed to be a donkey, very possibly a horse, although to my little-girl ears “pony,” sounded much nicer. The name on the tag was Horace, but I didn't like that. I called her Peggy, and soon after that I heard the song “Peggy Sue,” and as I did indeed love my pony exactly as much as Buddy Holly loved Peggy Sue, I added Sue to Peggy, and the name stuck.

    I took her EVERYWHERE – to school, to the dentist, to the grocery store with mom. I slept with her, I ate with her, I probably threw up on her when I was sick, but fortunately she was washable. I learned how to braid her mane and tail. She had big, white plastic eyes with black pupils painted on them. The black part kept rubbing off, and she looked like a zombie pony. I'd draw them back on with permanent marker, but they couldn't possibly survive so much hugging.

    I slept with her through elementary school, high school, college and beyond. It was only when I got married that Peggy Sue had to find another place to sleep, although she didn't seem sad about it – she just rolled her white eyes. I still have her; she's sitting in my linen closet, maybe waiting for my seven-year-old daughter to find her and love her again.

  • Peggy R. Dobbs

    I can't let this pass Monika.
    My husband was in an Elder's meeting once and tales began to be told about past meetings. One tale was shared where a group of elders where discussing a church member who was known by them to have been unfaithful. The question on the table was whether he had committed adultery or fornication. They wanted to be certain of their ground before lovingly approaching him concerning his sin. One old elder leaned back in his chair, circling his arms around the back of his head and lacing his fingers, he looked up at the ceiling and settled the matter.
    “Brothers,” he smiled, “I've tried 'um both, and I just don't see much difference!”

  • spykergyrl

    Mystery solved.

  • Peggy R. Dobbs

    I've always heard that a lie is anything meant to deceive, so I'm sure that includes a lie of ommission as well as a bold face spoken lie. Where I went to high school there was a rule written in stone which stated one must not leave the school grounds for lunch without permission.
    Being the President of the student body as well as a law keeper, I knew this rule by heart. Nature, however, has proven it a truism that when your heart is so full of love for a good looking 18 year old boy who looks like Robert Mitchum, there isn't much room left in your heart for silly rules about not leaving the school grounds for lunch.
    Walking hand in hand back from Charlies Bar-BQ, I looked up to see our principal whom I had known all my life as my Daddy's elementary school principal and as a neighbor walking toward us across the campus. He looked like Goliath! And the love of my life was at that moment, no David. All he said to us when we met was, “GO TO MY OFFICE”, as he waited on other rule breakers behind us. What he said to us in his office, my sanity having returned, will live with me forever.
    If it had mattered to him, which it didn't, my future husband could have thanked me for us not getting suspended that day. It seems that being the President of the student body had made it a very awkward situation, we had been told. But it would not be awkward, we were also told, if it ever happened again.

  • Jamie

    So how was the lunch?

  • Peggy R. Dobbs

    I want to say, “Worth every bit of the tongue lashing”, but I'm afraid of what our Editor-in-Carpentry, might make of it. And before he comes back with, “Moi?” The answer is yes, you!

  • http://www.awordwithyoupress.com/ Thornton Sully

    Yes, but what about thornication?

  • Peggy R. Dobbs

    Why don't you explain it to us?

  • Jamie

    It's a bit too prickly for me.

  • spykergyrl

    Isn't that what you get when you're pruning roses?

  • http://www.awordwithyoupress.com/ Thornton Sully

    ok. Thornication occurs when you are pricked by your very own words.

  • Peggy R. Dobbs

    ” 'Me gotta have that baby, daddy', she said, as I was trying to take the doll away from her in the toy department at Sears. And then she got louder.' Me Gotta Have That Baby Now Daddy,' she was crying and people were looking at us and she was clutching that doll to her little chest. What was I suppose to do,” he asked, as he told me why he had written a $15.00 dollar check on a doll for no reason except, she wanted it. I should have known better than to send a two year old with my husband to pick up some tool he said he needed. ” If you were in the tool department,” I asked, “why was she in the toy department?” He often called me Rodrick Bedow, a well know criminal attorney in Birmingham. He thought a minute before he explained that while he was paying for the tool, it seemed she had remembered where she had seen the doll and had gone back alone to get it… because she wanted it. “What do you say to a supposedly grown man of 21 with two little girls, one a baby and the other a motherly 2 year old, who reasons like that?” It might help to explain that in 1953, $15.00 was a huge amount of money that we were going to have to cover before it got to the bank. She named the doll Pete. He was the size of a real baby with a soft cloth body and a rubber head that really looked like a new born baby. About ten years later, Pete got a new body because his original body had been loved until some of the stuffing was coming out of him. He was a him because she wanted him to be, not because he was made ananomically correct. Pete always wore one of her own knit baby gowns and a real diaper. He still does. My daughter is now 61 years old and Pete endured her three sons and is now being loved by her four grandchildren. So…all in all, I suppose the $15.00 was well spent.