[wastoute]

When I was growing up in New Mexico the “old cowboy” types had a way of telling stories that they would settle into after we had all had a few beers. They started with “I seen it with my own eyes...”. Or “This really happened”... While they were spinning their yarn they paid careful attention to your reactions. They would start with something that was plausible but connected to the next like sausage links. As long as you were taking the bait they would just keep feeding it out. Eventually they would spin one that was clearly preposterous and, finally you would call BS. It was a dang art form. In fact, Albequerque used to have an annual “Liar’s Convention” where they would all get together.

After one reached a certain level of maturity or exposure you learned you should have called BS right at “I seen it with my own eyes...”. Still, it was fun to watch ‘em do it again and again. So when they were doing it to “the new kid” you could just watch and appreciate the “art”.

[piroque]

When I was growing up in New Mexico the “old cowboy” types had a way of telling stories that they would settle into after we had all had a few beers.

Sure describes me , have a beer on me.

[don-o]

Eventually they would spin one that was clearly preposterous and, finally you would call BS.

Sgt in the Air Force did that to me. Claimed he knew Bob Dylan in NYC. Kept me going for several days....