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Transportational Perjury

Is it wrong that I lied to a taxi driver yesterday?

I got into the back seat and groaned in pain as I sat down.  He asked what was wrong and I explained that I'd been cleaning all day on Sunday and seemed to have pulled several muscles (I omitted the part that they were thigh muscles - I don't want random cab drivers thinking about my thighs).

He asked if I was cleaning up after my kids.  I said no, no kids.  He gave me the usual "Well, one day you'll want them I'm sure."  I politely explained that I wasn't very maternal and he asked how my boyfriend felt about that.

So here's where the lying starts.  In my home town, there are lots of cab drivers.  The majority of them, while extremely polite, don't speak much english.  I quite like that.  I just want to be driven wherever i'm going.  I don't always want to chat.  The ones that do speak english always, literally always, bring up the boyfriend thing and I'm tired of explaining "No, I'm single.  I'm pretty happy with that.  No really.  I'm not a freak or anything.  Just don't have a man in my life."

So...I reply "No, he's fine with it.  We're both young anyway." - Lie #1

Cabbie - "Fair enough.  Do you own your house or rent it?"

Me - "We rent, it means you can just up sticks whenever you like - its nice to have that sort of freedom." - Partial Lie #2.  The house is rented, but by my parents.

Cabbie - "How long have you lived together?"

Me - "Erm....about a year now.  Something like that" - Lie #3

Cabbie - "Don't sound too sure will you"

Me - "Well, time goes by so quickly doesn't it!" - Technically this isn't a lie.  It does.  Live-in boyfriend or not.

By now, we've reached my house.  I tipped and got out.  I always tip the friendly cab drivers.  Even if they are a bit nosey.  I know he was just making conversation and he genuinely seemed like a nice bloke.  I feel a teeny bit bad for lying, but not as bad as I'd have felt screaming "YES, I'M SINGLE BUT I'M NOT A WEIRDO" in his face at a roundabout.

I think I did the right thing...

Why, as a general statement, I am not a plant-lover

On my lunch break today, I went to the supermarket.

Nothing unusual about that.  I wandered about with a colleague.  Bought a salad for my lunch.

Began a conversation with said colleague about how the woman with the newborn behind us looked really unhappy and that of late all the women with newborns I've seen looked unhappy and how I was noticing a pat...

At that point, I was interrupted by a tree branch.  Which hit my just on my hairline.

I should have been looking up, not down.  I shouldn't have worried about tripping on the funny metal grate at the bottom of the tree.

Initially, it was all quite amusing.  My colleague laughed a lot.  I laughed too.  That was while the adrenaline was surging.

5 minutes later, back at the office.  No more adrenaline.  Red mark on my head.  The shakes.  MAJOR headache, worsening by the minute.

Pathetic reason for coming home early, I know. I'd expected my pride to be most dented but it wasn't, it was my forehead.

I now have to try and not sleep until the headache goes, apparently I have to be careful I don't have a concussion.  I don't think I do.  I just have a new-found loathing for trees.  Or possibly the people who plant trees right outside supermarket exists, I'm not sure which.