Growing up back in “the day,” most people put a lot of credence on promises and lived by the motto, “A man is as good as his word.” Most agreements were sealed with a handshake. If you said you were going to do something, you did it. Period.
Today it is an altogether different story. We need a lawyer with a pile of paperwork in order to do anything these days. It matters not what a man says anymore only what he can get away with at the time.
This brings me to the dilemma flavor of the week.
Not mentioning any names, I am too much of a gentleman for that, but some person living in my house can be a little tricky when it comes to the usage of language. I may be the “wordsmith” in our house but she definitely is the “word butcher.” She can take any word and slice it so thin its meaning all but disappears.
A while back, we were having a little discussion centering on one of my favorite topics, Apple Fritters. My motto: An Apple fritter a day makes it all worth living and two turns it into heaven.
Satan may very well have tempted Eve with an Apple but God has more than made up for that by introducing into humanity a freshly baked Apple Fritter. At least, that is my interpretation. Another theologian in our house has different hermeneutics on the subject.
In our discussion, I was reminding the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage that she made a promise that if I liked an Apple Fritter I could eat an Apple Fritter. I laid out my argument very clear, at least I thought so, and encouraged her to follow suit.
She then disrupted the whole discussion by insisting on evidence.