There are two Why’s here.
1) Why do people lie?
2) Why am I surprised that people lie?
I mentioned that I got into a minor fender-bender the morning Maggie was leaving for the airport. Here’s how it went down: I pulled out of a parallel parking space at approximately the same time that someone made a left turn (from a side street) onto the same place I was pulling out. We hit.
I didn’t know who’s fault it was. At first I thought she was coming down the main road, and I just missed her. (That would be pretty unusual for me, honestly. I’m fairly alert.) But then it turned out she had made a left turn.
To make a long story medium, she lied to her insurance company. She told them she was traveling down the MAIN road for two or three MINUTES. And that I pulled out and hit her. This contradicts the police report, and the actual EVENTS. WTF?
To top it off, it turns out this lady gives Communion at my church, and I know her husband from the train station.
Why did she lie? Why am I surprised that she lied?
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