If I were to sit down and really think about this topic....I am positive I could name dozens and dozens of such examples, but today we will focus on just one. In March of 2002 we bought a new home.....maybe one of the proudest moments of my life (surpassed only by the day I married my wife, and the 2 days that our 5 children were born. To this point we have purchased 3 homes.....but only 1 was new.
When we bought the new home we needed everything...including a mailbox. i love that mailbox.....if I had more of my mom's bloodline I would probably go back on a dark night and pull it out of the ground..... In 2002 we paid around $300 for the finest mailbox anyone in my family ever owned and I promptly installed it in front of our home.
Within a matter of days I came home to find the mailbox had been knocked over....there was no real damage, just a little missing paint that was easily fixed, so besides the pain of replanting the post everything was ok. The person that hit the mailbox left a note claiming responsibility, so if I had wanted I could have filed a claim on her insurance..... (I chose not to do so)
My dad once told me, ".....you don't have to tell everything you know..." A few days later a neighbor (our family have always referred to her as the "Bitch that lives over there") that lived 2 homes over in the cul-de-sac saw me in the yard and asked about my damaged mailbox.
At his point I should tell you, the person that knocked our mailbox down was teh mother of the "Bitch that lives over there." When I was speaking to the "Bitch that lives over there" I explained that yes, someone had knocked our mailbox down, but luckily it wasn't really damaged.
The "Bitch that lives over there" then asked if we knew who had hit the mailbox, or if they had left a note. This was my opportunity to test the "Bitch that lives over there's honestly.....I said, "......no, I don't know who hit the mailbox, and I didn't see a note......"
At that point the "Bitch that lives over there" had the perfect opportunity to say, ".....blah blah it was my mom....." But instead she chose to not say a word.....and I knew I could not trust her.
A few years later when my daughter t-boned the "Bitch that lives over there's car with her Barbie jeep.....I decided not to tell her. My daughter didn't seem to understand forward or reverse .....and smacked their new car repeatedly....... (looking back that may rank as my 4th most proud moment.......)
