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...
