Page 56 of Fun Together
She tries not to grin. “I guess a burrito would be a fair exchange for talking you off the ledge.”
We goto a local Mexican place that was a regular stop for us back in school. It’s crowded, but we manage to get a booth in the back corner.
The waiter brings chips and salsa to the table and takes our order. Faye gets a chicken burrito, and I get beef enchiladas. We both get margaritas.
“So what should I expect from the town hall at work tomorrow?” I ask, loading up a chip with salsa. Apparently, the company has these meetings once a month where they make important announcements and introduce new employees.
“Nothing too crazy. Although, I happen to know that we’re short on quarterly sales goals so they’ll probably say something vaguely encouraging, but what they really mean to say is that no one will get their bonuses.”
“Ah yeah. The good old ‘maybe next quarter’ pep talk.”
“Exactly. Meanwhile, the CEO is off doing CEO things like renting out a villa in Italy.”
“Or a submarine to explore the Titanic.”
She snorts. “Do you know what you’re going to say?”
“For what?”
She dips a chip into the salsa and takes a bite. “For your two truths and a lie.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She looks at me with concern. “Didn’t they tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“When you’re introducing yourself to the company, you’re supposed to show your personality by telling two truths and a lie. And then we try to guess what your lie is.”
When my manager told me about having to introduce myself, I do vaguely remember her mentioning something like that. “I’ll probably just see what I feel like saying in the moment.”
She looks at me like I sprouted another head. “Couldn’t be me. I agonized over what I was going to say for days.”
“What were yours?”
“I don’t remember,” she says, busying herself with taking her silverware out of the napkin.
“After agonizing over it for days, you don’t remember?”
“That was like five years ago.”
She definitely remembers, but doesn’t want to tell me for some reason. Which only intrigues me further. “I bet you don’t want to tell me because you know I’d guess it too easily.”
“There’s no way you’d guess it. You’re not familiar enough with my lore.”
I’d like to be. “So youdoremember what you said.”
She almost smiles but runs her tongue along her teeth to keep from fully allowing one to form. “You need to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Tricking me.”
The waiter returns to the table with our food. We both thank him before digging in. “How am I tricking you?”
“You get me to say what I don’t want to say.”
“You mean the truth?”
