Can you imagine what a jerk I’d be if I insisted on fact checking everything everyone says to me?
Tammy: I went to the mall this morning.
Pam: Did you now. Which mall?
Tammy: THE mall. The only mall in town.
Pam: How do I know you went to the mall?
Tammy: I have a bag. From Stokes. In the mall.
Pam: But you could have gotten that bag on some other day.
Tammy: I got it this morning. When I went to the mall.
Pam: This morning, huh?
Tammy: Here is a receipt date and time stamped from this morning.
Pam: And how do I know that your husband, Tim, didn’t go to the mall, and you just picked the receipt out of his bag? Can you get me some security footage?
Tammy: I’m going to punch you in the throat. F* you, Pam.
Now, maybe it’s so that Tammy wasn’t at the mall. Tammy dreamt she was at the mall, and unbeknownst to her, Tim went to the mall while she slept. Tim left the bag in the kitchen and then went to work before Tammy woke up. When Tammy got up, she saw the bag and, because of her dream, thought she went to the mall. Sure, this scenario is possible. Stranger things have happened. But you know, it’s a weird thing to fact check people’s every day factual reports. This behaviour is likely to thwart a conversation, and leave you bereft of friends.