There are millions of little white lies told every day all over the world:
Yeah, I’ll be right there. I’m five minutes away. (I am still soaking wet. I just out of the shower. I have no idea what I want to wear or where my clothes are at all actually. I might be there.)
Sorry, my phone died (In a moment of weakness, in the midst of something else I’d rather do than talk to you, all my desire and motivation to talk to you – a significant enough other to warrant this line — at this moment in time has deserted me. I do not like or love you any less.)
Or do I…? (Or do I….)
Fair Wind To Adventure 