Why I was late"On the way to the station, I got hit by a bat, it almost took my head clean off. Then the machine would not accept my ticket and the guy at the gate didn't think I looked like the photo on my travel card. So I had to go home and get my passport.
Then the train was 45 minutes late to the station because of the dangerous badger threat at Carpenters Park.
When I was on the train it took and hour and a half to get past the biscuit factory because the driver was really fat.
Then there was a delay stopping at the station because the train in front had heard we were coming and decided to play a practical joke with a rubber shoe on the track.
That is why I couldn't get here on time today."
What's your best excuse?
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chthonic, Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
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Back at schoolI was regularly late because my dad would get up an hour before me or my mum, let the cat in, feed the cat, eat breakfast, and back both cars out of the garage before getting in his and going to work.
With both sets of car keys, to a job an hour away.
This was pre-mobile phones as well, and I lived six miles from school so mum would usually have to call his office, leave a message to "tell the dozy bugger he's done it again" and then call my school and explain. Meanwhile I would get to watch Breakfast TV and enjoy not being in maths.
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The morning after my grandma died, my mum (who doesn't believe in calling people before 8am or after 9pm as people who call outside those times only have bad news) called my other grandma early in the morning to let her know that her son-in-law's mother had died.
This took some time, and for once it was me pulling her by the arm "going to be late mum..." rather than her chasing me round the house getting me to gather up my stuff "don't complain to me when they tell you off for being late...", and we eventually arrived at school about five minutes later than normal (but still early), and pulled into a space behind my maths teacher and form teacher (the same person).
My mum explains to her why I'm a little late, and may be upset today, and the next thing I remember is being engulfed in maths teacher, which was one of the more special experiences of my school career.
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When I got old enough to drive myself to school, I'd claim to get stuck behind tractors, hedgetrimmers, have to take a diversion because of roadworks or have to stop for petrol. And sometimes I would have been driven in by Stalker Boy, which was never a pleasant experience. You know the way chavs drive like nutters listening to trance? He did the same with Edith Piaf.
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Maladicta, Thu 28 Jun 2007, 14:28,
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