My friend Gena recently sent me this postcard. I actually got it the day before she returned from Key West. So when I saw her, I held it up and thanked her and said it sounded like she’d had a great trip.
“Not really,” she said and scrunched up her nose.
“No. I got sick the first night and couldn’t eat anything the whole trip. Plus, look at this.” She rolled up her sleeve and showed me a nasty bruise and road rash. “It’s all up and down my leg, too. We rented motorbikes and I crashed pulling out. I could barely walk.”
“Oh my God, Gena.”
“I know. We spent the whole week in the hotel room. It rained all but one day.”
I was still holding the postcard and saw the brief message again. Fabulous time…lots of sunshine…relaxing. I burst out laughing. The entire postcard was a lie.
Gena laughed along with me and went into more detail about all the things that went wrong. She should have written the true story on the postcard, or at least had the little motorbikers wreck and splatter on the road. But instead she chose to write what she thought people wanted to hear.
I know a lot of you don’t write postcards, but if you did, would you lie? Or would you tell it like it is?