Ever have one of those people in your life that must tell something about themselves to top whatever is going on? Someone is sick and hospitalized, and they’re sicker, and should be in the hospital. Misfortune falls on another? That’s nothing, you should hear how bad they suffered. It gets to the point that you don’t know what to believe of them. Then, when something bad happens, you feel bad because you didn’t believe them.

It reminds me of that old comedy routine.

“You had a house? We lived in a box on the street.”

“I wish we had a box. We lived in a pile of old newspapers.”

“Newspapers? You were lucky. We held paper towels up around us and pretended they were a house.”

“Pretended? You were lucky. We were only eating once a week. We didn’t have enough energy to pretend anything.”

“You ate once a week? You were lucky. I don’t know what I would have done, eating that many times in a month.”

“Those were the days.”

“Yeah, they sure were.”

Know what I mean?