Apparently I’m a good liar. I don’t try to be, and in general, I don’t lie. Often. And not about important things.
This week, my work had a getting to know you activity among a few different functions (I know, I know — we really should all know each other by now but whatever). Before we had lunch, we were all to write down two truths and one lie on a sticky note and then place this on our nametags.
We then walked around and tried to figure out who was telling the truth about what and who was lying. Almost no one guessed which were my truths, but I was over ninety percent accurate in pegging other people. If only I knew how to play poker….
I’m not sure what this says about me, but I’m interested to see if you do any better. Below are several statements. Some are true, and some are not. Can you pick out which are the lies?
My first plane flight was when I was four years old.
I used to own a retired racehorse.
I don’t eat mushrooms.
I’m allergic to grass.
I’ve never been in a car accident.
I was admitted to medical school but never attended.
I never had a drop of alcohol until I was in college.
I still bite my fingernails.
I can sing the alphabet backwards.
I can’t remember my daughter’s birthweight.
I don’t know how to swim the breast stroke.
What do you think? I’ll give you a clue. Of these items, five are not true. Can you figure them out?