You could never, ever depend on anybody to be honest about even the most minor details. You could ask "What did you have for lunch?" in all innocence, just to use your mouth while you washed the dishes with your hands and planned dinner with your head. The man, who had an egg and sweet pepper omelette, would reply " A B.L.T. on rye with a side of potato salad."It didn't matter at all what he actually ate, you understand, the point was to fudge the truth--that was the important part of the meal, that fudging of the truth.