600seconds - Liar
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600seconds. Challenge – ‘Liar’
“What's this stuff?” Harry asked suspiciously as he glared at the plate of cooked pasta his girlfriend had placed in front of him.
“Spaghetti.”
“But tonight is pork chop night," he complained, poking a fork moodily at the spaghetti.
“We’re testing a new product at work and I thought I’d try to get an honest opinion.”
“From me?”
"Yes, you, silly."
"What do I look like? A guinea pig?"
"Oh come on. It’s a new low carb pasta that’s high in fiber and chocked full of twelve essential vitamins and minerals. Plus,” she added, “not only is it good for you, it’s great tasting as well.”
Harry grunted noncommittally and continued to eye the pasta with great suspicion.
“Try it,” she urged. “You’ll like it. Besides, I’m not making anything else until you do.”
Knowing he was beat, Harry stabbed a forkful of noodles, shoved it into his mouth, and dutifully started chewing. Immediately he pulled a face, grabbed a napkin, and spit out the half chewed noodles into it.
“That’s gross, Harry.”
“This stuff tastes like crap!” Harry sputtered indignantly. “You lied. You told me it tasted great.”
“Well, duh. Or course I lied. I’m in advertising. Lying is what I do best.”
THE END
600seconds. Challenge – ‘Liar’“What's this stuff?” Harry asked suspiciously as he glared at the plate of cooked pasta his girlfriend had placed in front of him.
“Spaghetti.”
“But tonight is pork chop night," he complained, poking a fork moodily at the spaghetti.
“We’re testing a new product at work and I thought I’d try to get an honest opinion.”
“From me?”
"Yes, you, silly."
"What do I look like? A guinea pig?"
"Oh come on. It’s a new low carb pasta that’s high in fiber and chocked full of twelve essential vitamins and minerals. Plus,” she added, “not only is it good for you, it’s great tasting as well.”
Harry grunted noncommittally and continued to eye the pasta with great suspicion.
“Try it,” she urged. “You’ll like it. Besides, I’m not making anything else until you do.”
Knowing he was beat, Harry stabbed a forkful of noodles, shoved it into his mouth, and dutifully started chewing. Immediately he pulled a face, grabbed a napkin, and spit out the half chewed noodles into it.
“That’s gross, Harry.”
“This stuff tastes like crap!” Harry sputtered indignantly. “You lied. You told me it tasted great.”
“Well, duh. Or course I lied. I’m in advertising. Lying is what I do best.”
THE END
