Your resume got you in the door and you landed the interview. You did your company research. Picked up your suit from the cleaners. You look amazing. You are ready for the glare and the grill of the interviewer. You sit down in the chair and cross your legs.
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Sometimes when a character is forced to make a vow, oath, promise, gesture, etc. Most often the person will have their crossed fingers held behind their back, but off to the side, under a table, or somewhere else hidden is also possible. Truth in Television , of course, which is the reason why it works as a visual cue, often in the form of An Insert. There's a number of guesses out there as to why it became a common gesture for lying, but the general idea is that it somehow either protects you from the consequences of lying or absolves you from being held to your word to begin with. In real life, this gesture is mainly used by children, especially since it's not a reasonable thing for an adult to do. Therefore, the trope is generally associated with characters who are very young or just act like they are. It can also be used as an Out-of-Character Alert , both in-universe and Real Life , to signal to other people that a statement or gesture was made under coercion or otherwise insincerely.
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The men, well dressed and regal, seemed to cross their legs, one limb leisurely draped over the knee and thigh of the other, foot hanging, the point of the shoe angled, slightly inward, just so, like the neck of a curious pet. I was a peculiar black kid trying to find a sense of stature in what was often a less than friendly environment, and those images provided me with a sense of satisfaction. I, too, could partake, with aplomb, and bask in that aura of two-fingered bourbon gentility. I was crossing my legs because I was trying to shrink, trying to be less of a presence than my tall, lanky, yet graceful see: effeminate body demanded. I often found myself sitting at my alphabetically assigned school desk, continually reminding myself to uncross my legs, only to instinctively cross them again a few seconds later.