We have all been victims of a lie when it comes to a friend asking you to come over and help them out with a "small thing". If you haven't been a victim of that yet, you will be someday.
One afternoon, my friend Troy called me while I was riding my bike around the city.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Roque," said Troy. "I have a favor. I need some help with a small thing over here. Can you come over and help me out this evening."
Knowing that I can't say "No" when it comes to a friend, I said I would help him out. In my mind, it was a small thing. I had a whole bunch of stuff to do during that night. So I felt I could squeeze in this quick thing for my friend, and then head back home to finish the other stuff.
I arrived at Troy's house an hour later. The small thing appeared to be his broke down computer. He thought it was dead. Since I'm a computer guy, I fixed it while also making a few updates to his desktop. It took me probably a half hour to finish everything. Once I was done and about to walk out the door, Troy stopped me and revealed to me the true reason why he made me come over.
"Before you go," he started, "I was wondering if you could help me out with one more thing. I have a few boxes I have to pick up from this hotel. I need some help putting them in the van and bringing them back to the house. Since you're here, I was wondering if you could help me out."
I immediately raised my eyebrow. I couldn't believe I was tricked like that. This small thing was actually a big thing. But knowing me, I couldn't turn it down.
"Just a few boxes?" I asked.
"Just a few boxes," he said.
Once we arrived at the hotel I found myself staring at thirty-seven large boxes right in front of me. Troy was doing his best not to look at me because he knew I was furious that he lied to me again. I couldn't back out of this thing my bike was ten miles away from where the hotel was.
We drove the van back and forth three times. There weren't enough seats. So I had to stay in the back of the van with the other boxes. We ran into multiple speed bumps, which led to me falling into the boxes numerous times, bruising my sides and my butt.
Once we were finally done, I went over to Troy and said "You lie to me like that again, I'll kill you."
This is my thing. If you ask me to come over and do a small thing, that's what I'm thinking. I'm preparing myself for what? A small thing. If it's really a big thing, just tell me. That way, I could get myself mentally and physically prepared for a big thing. Tell me the truth for God's sake!