“Are you pulling my elbow?”
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“Are you pulling my elbow?” That was what San Geraldo asked me this morning at sunrise when I told him a story about someone we could see on the beach. I don’t even remember what the story was. And it doesn’t matter anyway. It wasn’t actually true. I was simply having fun with the chronically gullible San Geraldo. He believes just about everything I tell him (except the truth — for a reminder of the lesson on cathouses, click here).
“No, I’m not pulling your elbow,” I responded. “But I am pulling your leg.”
“Oh,” he said. “What does pulling your elbow mean?”
“I have no idea,” was my response. “I’ve heard of twisting someone’s arm, but that’s something entirely different.”
I added, “Although, pulling your own elbow would hurt.”
“This is going to be a blog post, isn’t it…” he muttered.
Oh, there’s just no putting anything over on San Geraldo.