We lived on a closed Army post, and so we have to go through a checkpoint gate several times every day. I kind of feel sorry for the MP’s who have to stand there all day and look at people’s ID’s. I’m sure it is boring.
We were going through the gate late at night once when I met the most cheerful guard yet.
- Guard. How are you ma’am?
- Me. I’m fine and how are you?
- Guard. I am wonderful!
- Me. (driving away) hmmm. I suspect hyperbole.
- Husband. (snorts) I suspect outright lying.
He’s such a cynic…