It's like watching a bad sleight of hand magician. You can see where he hides the coins or how he deals two cards instead of one. Nobody at the table is fooled, but we all play along and applaud every mishandled trick. The magician is so bad that he fails to see he is failing.

I cringe inside, wishing he would stop, but he goes on. He may be unfazed, but I feel enough humiliation for the both of us. I want to tell him the truth, save him from future embarrassment, but who am I to tell him such things? If I were in his place, I would want someone to be honest, open my eyes and give me a clue.

Could I be that someone for somebody else? Should I be?