I could hear a couple of people coming, so I froze. Two little old
ladies were heading my way. When they came around the corner, they
walked up to me and got uncomfortably close to my face. One of the
elderly women licked her finger and touched my cheek. I thought I might
hurl, but I didn’t. The other reached out her hand and pulled on my
whiskers with her pinched fingers. They looked at each other in
amazement and then back at me again and said, “He looks so real.”
Because I’m a lawyer, I knew I couldn’t move. I was almost certain
one, or both of them, would have strokes and someone would end up
owning my house. So I froze and took it like a wax man. After a long
minute or two, they moved on to the next wax guy and began pinching his
face and pulling on his clothing. When they were a safe distance away, I
caught the corner of their eyes as they looked back. I took a step forward,
waved at them, and mouthed the words, “I’m not wax.” One of the ladies
dropped her handbag and froze. Meanwhile, Lindsey, Richard, and Adam
were bolting for the exit to hail a cab for a fast getaway.
Do you know what I realized about myself that day? I’m a really good
poser. It’s probably why I’m a pretty good lawyer. You see, I know how
to fake it really well. You probably do too. Most of us have been posers at
one time or another, if we’re honest. People who are becoming love stop
faking it about who they are and where they are in their lives and their
faith.
When I was in high school, there was a trick if someone who was
eighteen wanted to pass for someone who was twenty-one. If their birth
year ended with a 9 , they could take their driver’s license, razorblade out
the 9 , flip it over, and glue it back in as a 6. This inversion made it appear
on the license that they were three years older than they were. It was a
felony and it could land them in jail, but they could instantly gain three
years in age.