His lies are more or less harmless, most are mainly about his age. He told a waitress the other day he was 45, and she said she believed him. The only thing worse than a liar is another liar to support the first liar.
Most lies are those of exaggeration, and embellishment. Percy likes to tell folks he was a spy during World War II and that he killed Nazis with his bare hands.
Percy has two purple hearts, a Navy Commendation Medal, and Two Bronze Star Medals, both with combat "V"s one of them has four stars and a Silver Star Medal. He hardly needs to make stuff up. But likes to tell people he killed Nazis with his bare hands, because blowing up U-Boats wasn't "no big deal."
Other lies are those of omission. He told a woman the other day that he would be glad to give her a ride to church in his truck, failing to mention that his drivers license had been revoked because he passed a stopped school bus, twice in the same day. Same bus once in the morning once in the afternoon. Got a ticket both times.
When he tells a story he has a habit of starting it and then stopping to ask, did I tell you this already?
Of course he has but you will as I do say no. Then he starts from the top again.
Some of Percy's stories have a point, a message or at least a moral. Others have only a snicker factor of 2. But I laugh anyway and often shake my head.
Percy Craven doesn't have children and I suspect that is part of the reason we are friends. I know he had a son but he doesn't talk about him not in the least. He has bothers and a sister or two and dozens of other folks who are either cousins or nephews and nieces.
You can't go anywhere without Percy having to stop and tell a story to someone.
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