The power of syllables

I've often been told to walk the woods. Often when I'm avoiding the fully truth by words. I'm good at it for sure, I'm so good I've convinced people they are wrong simply by using a few long vowels.

Before I moved where I live now I decided to check out the bars with a few mates. We got to the corner of an offlaid street and entered this tiny footie-bar, raised my hand and told the young fellah behind the bar to throw us a pint each. Everyone threw him a couple of bucks and I accidentally threw him one dollar short. -Excuse me, the pint is two dollars sir.. I frowned and stood up. I thought I'd grab the chance to kid around with the guy, just for fun of course. He looked at me scared as shit I was a actually a little worried he'd do his boxers right there and then, but in the end we both went happy from the bardesk. He looked awkwardly convinced he'd gotten the right amount of cash. The whole situation kinda goes with his name.

Words do have the funny effect that one by one they seem bloody simple. The meaning, the thought behind it everything falls right in place. But then you add a few words to it and change the word to something with the same meaning just a little less obvious. That's when you really get your thoughts and tongue tied.

English class to me was in its own ways pretty hard. My writing is terrible not to mention my handwriting. I was taught I get further by not saying directly what I mean but only suggest it in the sentence. You become more interesting to your listeners and that way they respect you more. I've also been told one pleases people by telling truths just not the whole of it, but covering up the cover-up with a few good ones. That way I even figured you can make the most talkative people to shut their mouths, only add a couple of long vowels and the most interupting person all of a sudden need to think it through. I did what I was taught, though I never expected learning a couple of syllables to be noticable in my wallet.

I went back to see the young fellah behind the bar a few days after to pay that missing dollar. Funny thing is that I don't remember what I've said that could be that convicing. The only thing I know is that I still only pay half of what my pint is worth.

- oh and his name is Odd.
No seriously, that's his real name.