I have to say, my leg is pretty hard to pull, because I’m so analytical. I don’t remember ever falling for anything as a kid, when adults tried to snow me.
[sub]well, there was that time when Jack Ponz promised to take me fishing and then said, no, I’m kidding…and we talked some more and he said, no, really, there’s a bait store right across there…see, that one…yeah, we can go fishing tomorrow morning…no I’m pulling your leg again ha ha ha ha ha…and my dad was sitting right the fuck there and said nothing. He also (Jack Ponz I mean) gave me two candy bars and stole them back when I wasn’t looking I hope he’s suffering in hell[/sub]
Anyway, apart from that, which was an emotional manipulation, not a logical one, I didn’t believe my mom when she said there were fish in the trunk. I didn’t believe the babysitter when she told me the politicians in Washington still wore knee breeches and powdered wigs like they had in colonial times. When my mom told me there were little men in our car who worked the windshield wipers, I said, “But today’s Sunday. I thought people didn’t work on Sunday.” (This was the early '70s, when almost everything was closed on Sunday.)
When I was older, it was the same thing. Although as a teenager, I went along with many things I didn’t believe, because I was too intimidated to challenge anyone. I didn’t believe my friend’s boyfriend had given her a fur coat for Christmas, as she claimed. But I also suspected she wasn’t a virgin, as she further claimed. So I thought, either she’s really a virgin and the coat is her mom’s, or she’s not a virgin, and that explains the coat. In either case, I wasn’t going to drop a dime on her.
I had the “gullible” thing pulled on me once, and I didn’t fall for it. I was concentrating on doing some mending, so I wasn’t going to jump up and grab the dictionary. My mind went, “gullible–word–dictionary…But dictionaries have all words…word–gullible…Argh!”
I am a sucker for physical challenges, though. I’m always the one to say, “I can open the mystery egg! I’ll stand on the magnetic spot!” I was once on a film crew where the key and best boy grips had a field day with me. I forget what the first thing was that I fell for, but the second one was, they had a bottle of water and were muttering to each other about the label. This was when the “find the contest piece in the specially-marked package” contests were just gearing up. Eager to settle the question of whether the logo was silver, which netted nothing, or gold, which could be redeemed for $$, I leaned over the bottle and got a squirt of water from a pinhole.