One time I was on the way to Mexico for a mission trip with many from our youth group. The leaders of the expedition had a small bus for us to ride in, and as we drove to and from our neighbor to the south, we stopped at Cracker Barrel restaurants and ate fine food.

Cracker Barrel restaurants have stores attached to them that sell all sorts of stuff, and so we’d often browse while we were waiting for whatever.

I bought a book of magic tricks once, tricks I hoped to play on people, and reign as the mysterious and secret-keeping magician on the bus. Way at the front of this book was one that worked by pure chance, though the chances were pretty decent. If it worked, you’d look like a true magician.

I tried it on my brother, and it worked. Now, the trick to this trick was that there was no way to know, you were working on the premise of human nature, and if the person fell into it, of course they had to know the secret. But there is no secret.

But Tom and Randy didn’t know that, and I didn’t tell.

Problem was, we stopped at another Cracker Barrel, and these Cracker Barrel’s tend to carry the same stuff. So they secretly went and bought a book of magic tricks, and thus learned my secrets.

It was a sheepish moment, since I had been keeping this “secret” that was no secret and they found that out.