Anyone ever spend a substantial amount of time with a True Bullshitter?
One of those guys whose been everywhere, done everything, - with ease.
Well, I have just been privileged to spend the better part of three days listening to a certain a–hole spew all manner of bullshit, everything from golf to traveling to cars.
There were three of us in this group. Me, a co-worker and this new guy.
New guy has clearly done everything at the ripe old age of 32. He’s flown airplanes, raced cars and bikes, traveled all over the globe, excelled at golf, bowling and women.
Two things to note;
I happen to know my share about cars, golf, and women, - I’m 35.
My coworker knows his share about golf, bowling, and traveling. And a little about everything else, he’s 55 and has seen lots.
New guy didn’t bother to find out what we knew before he starts spewing his bullshit. Poor bullshitting tactic.
So, new guy;
Bowled his first 300 one month after learning how to bowl. Averages a 230 and only bowls about once per month.
Golf was so easy that he stopped playing, something about the courses being too short and he always drove longer than the fairways would play.
Cars, he must have owned about 30 automobiles. Except he doesn’t know shit about any of them. He called his TransAm a Tranny (really short for trasmission, not TransAm) and that was a ten second car in the 1/4 mile. He couldn’t remember trap speeds when asked.
He used to tune his 69 Super Bee’s carbs while someone else drove the car and he layed on top of the engine with screwdriver and wrenches making the adjustments whilst the driver tooled on down the street.
His 95 Corvette could do wheelies. Really. Without cracking the fibergalss body panels since the frame wasn’t re-inforced. It was mostly a stock car with a different carbeurator and exhaust. Wheelies!
He was a local champion at motorcross racing. He also ran Midgets in the Midwest circuit.
He also claimed to be a ladies man. But something told me that any woman with half a brain could see throught this guy. Stories about five women on the same weekend and three in one night were not rare.
Right.
Now, you may ask, how did we let this guy get away with this? We did, merely for the entertainment vlaue that his stories lent. And we knew that his stay would be short from the get-go since the guy did more talking than working.
Me and co-worker would prod the guy along with a “Really?” every now and then to keep the guy rolling, even though we new everything the guy said was pretty much a lie. He even repeated a golf story I had just heard on the local morning show about a week ago as his own.
We strung him along for our own pleasure. We gave him enough rope to hang himself.
Anyone else been forced to have their ears filled with bullshit?