Les, I beg your forgiveness.
I am an aging woman who has seen her dreams slowly eaten by the corpulent Machine of our society. But I'm not bitter! No, I just blunder along like the rest of us, getting what small joys I might from the passage of each day. That being said, I hope that you do not despise my smallness when I admit that like Huck Finn, one of my indulgences is the occasional lie.
An ordinary lie will not do. The fun of a lie is not in the lying, but in its embellishment. I must embellish and adorn it with little baubles of semi-plausible half-truths, while its bones, though they appear stalwart, are flights of the most outrageous and idiotic fancies that I can procure in my limited brainpan.
And so, Les, I admit that I made the whole carbon-fiber story up, though bits of truth lead one down the greasy hallway like the aroma of roasting turkey may dupe a student into entering a school cafeteria. I seriously thought that you would take my half-baked story with a pillar of salt, and resoundingly laugh me out of the halls of sober and scholarly pursuits.
For this I apologize, and now must live with the knowledge that in future you will regard my posts with skepticism, viewing them askance with guarded eyes and hardened heart. A reputation takes a lifetime to build, and but a moment's indiscretion to destroy, and although I knew that lesson, I must now live with the shame of having destroyed my own credibility.
But I know that in the future, should I see the opportunity to tell a whopper, I most likely will.
I am weak.
Killdeer
(I have no clue how the woven carbon fabric is made.
Truth.)
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