The right kind of wrong

My roommate Mar is one of the nicest people I have ever met. He is kind and considerate and a true pleasure to live with. This morning, however, he did something wrong. His mom called while he was still asleep to see why he was late to meet her. Still half-asleep he told her he was on his way and would be there in less than 5 minutes. Lying to your own mother is wrong. But in this particular situation, it was for sure the right kind of wrong. Because…well, picture what would have happened otherwise: a string of pointless unpleasanties.

So, this afternoon I’m listening to a track titled From Disco to Disco (via sash) and thinking about the right kinds of wrong. What are they? When do we use them? Is there such a thing to begin with? My work in the office, for example, seems to be defined by my very ability to do right kinds of wrong on a regular basis. As a project manager I need to keep both clients and production staff happy and, without going into any unnecessary details, that entails quite a lot of monkey business.

On a totally unrelated note, is anyone not going to EDNO’s party this Friday? That Dixon boy is supposed to be pretty damn good.