Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
People lie. Duh. Fine. But when did we start believing it’s the polite thing to do?
It’s bizzare to me – sometimes I’ll show a property, and it won’t be the perfect-for-them house. No problem. What’s weird is that they bring their most dramatic game faces to the event. They scowl at this room, and crinkle their nose in another room. Where there’s a cat litter box, they pretend to gag. I start to wonder if they’ve come just to make fun of someone else’s home. (Surely there are better things to do or think about?)
But all that is not the worst part. The worst part is when we all put our shoes back on and prepare to leave. Suddenly the looks of horror and disgust are masked behind a smile. “We’ll think about it.” They shake my hands, still smiling, “It’s nice – we’ll get back to you.”
Maybe they think my brain fell out of my head, or that their body language is a secret one only they can understand. Whatever assumption leads them to hand me this happy fake voice, I can hardly stand it.
On the other hand, maybe I’m no better, because I smile too. And then, after exchanging smiles and nothing more, I go home and write blog posts about liars… Funny how irritations and pet peeves can reveal our own imperfections. Sometimes I really don’t like that.
How do you handle fake people in your business, while still maintaining your own honesty?
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