Best Policy

A couple of years ago, Johnny Bravo once asked me when my birthday was. I didn't take his question seriously so I gave him a different date.

I totally forgot about it until the eve of my supposed birthday, when he drove over to my house with a birthday cake he baked himself complete with candles.

I was waiting for a lightning bolt to strike me. I could have melted faster than the candles. I was supposed to coo and say something like,"Ooooh, you shouldn't haaave," but I was racked with guilt for lying.

So what's the moral of the story? Honesty, as grade school walls proudly proclaim, is the best policy.