I like mysterious doors. I guess it's my need to wonder at the possibilities of what may dwell beyond. Anyway, I owe an answer to all you fabulous people who tried to guess the one truth in my last post's pack of lies.
More mystery awaits me, because tomorrow I have a jury summons, which means I have no idea if I may spend days in a courtroom in my near future. So I thought I best renounce my lies, tell the truth and post my big reveal now.
I was Astounded. Amused. Awestruck. that so many people thought it was #4, that I was forgotten in a medical examination room and the staff went home. I figured that y'all would think that one was an urban legend. I know I've imagined it could happen, and maybe it has to some poor soul. But not to me.
Nor was it #2. As a reporter I interviewed many people, some of them famous. But never Tiger Woods.
Although I surfed a bit years ago, I've never been to Fiji. I can't speed read and don't want to, since I love to linger over words. I've had several close encounters with rattlesnakes but never had one strike at me--although one did strike at my car! And, it grieves me to say, I do not have a secret agent. There would be fanfare, believe me.
So that leaves, *drum roll,* the African lion! Yup, roared right in my face. I was at a wild animal compound, and this particular male adult had a smooshed sort of face that reminded me of the cowardly lion in the Wizard of Oz. The lion was behind a chain link fence, resting on a ledge. Silly me, I knelt down and put my camera close to the fence so I could get a shot through an opening in the wire. But I didn't notice the dead chicken just a couple of feet on the other side of the fence. He made a stupendous leap, landing upon his dinner and roaring his immense displeasure. If you have never been close to that sound, all I can say is it knocked me over.