Since the Spring, I had been joking with friends every time I heard a story that sounded like BULL, “Oh yeah. You can reach them at dennis@acompulsiveliar.com, or gil@acompulsiveliar.com or insertyournamehere@acompulsiveliar.com.

The joke was shared with most everyone at camp so I registered the name online. The bull finally became legit.

MY FIRST VICTIM OCT 08

     It was a crazy runaround day. I went to the dealership in the next county for an oil change and to visit with my little brother. He is in sales. My factory cd player had been acting up so I asked if it was covered on my extended warranty. Surprise, it was! I could get a factory cd/radio for the $100 deductible. No thanks. I will put that money toward a super mp3/multi cd/radio player. It made more sense. I am such a good shopper. The overpriced oil change at the dealership was worth bothering my brother, and they gave me a carwash. I was done in 30 minutes and jumped in my car for the next stop, the tire store. I turned on my lame radio and it was full of static! Where is my antennae??? They broke off my antennae in the car wash! Dang! Turn around down the road, drive into service and ask “May I please have my antennae?” “Oh so sorry, Wendy. We will have to remove your front quarter panel to replace the base. But we do have one is stock.” Hurray. “You guys better get ALL the dead bugs off my car for this oops!” My 30 minute oil change turned into 2 hours. AND I had people coming over for dinner tonight!

     Thank goodness the tire guy my brother knew was expecting me. They were giving me a sweet deal, including rotation and install. “Oh, man please rush me through if you can. I have friends coming over for dinner in an hour! Do you want to touch my vinyl diamond plate car graphics for a dollar?? Do you need any signs??” He didn’t need signs but could use some help with advertising. “Super, I will get my card for you.” I handed over my official Fine Signs card and my one line wendy@acompulsiveliar.com card. “What is this,” he asked. “Well, I am a story teller,” I replied. “Wonderful! Send me a story!! Pleeeease,” he replied. “Do you want the PG story or an R story,” I asked. Of course he wanted a XXX story. I promised him a story. And I was outta there in 30 minutes. I was grateful for the super service! He liked my verbal antennae story. This was going to be fun.

     I got home with one minute to check email before friends started arriving for dinner. Mr. Tireguy had already sent an email to me. LOL. I replied a quick hello and said that I would send a story to him Monday when I returned from NY after camping for the weekend. His second email a second later said that the other email didn’t go through. I simply replied, “Of course. That’s because it is a lie !” Silly man. My first unsuspecting victim was born and a new customer.

     I did send him a story a week later. It was a thought provoking R rated story about a fire circle dancer that was overtaken by the magic of the rhythms of fabulous drummers…

Please dont missunderstand. I am NOT a liar but a pretty good story teller. I will tell you stories of truth and amuzement. If they get out of hand, I will admit to lying for better effect.  You can always ask if you arent sure... The truth is stranger than fiction!