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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And yet ANOTHER car accident.First: is Frank Spencer EVER sane?
My late excuse story?
On my way to the beach to meet up with family for the Family Portrait on the dunes outside our summer home. My girlfriend from NY is down and we have a nice lay in followed by amazing, erm, relations.
Until I realize what the time was. So we jump in my Jeep and start FLYING to the beach! (thank God for the 350 engine!)
Along the way, we are cruising along and a car flips, while going in the opposite direction. Keep in mind, this is 3:00 in the afternoon. The car leaves the road and literally FLIES through the air like some low rent Dukes of Hazard, but without the cool car and the four point landing.
It lands on its roof...in a thicket of sticker bushes.
Being a Jarhead, and having a rather impressive first aid kit in the Jeep, I stop. The woman driver is ABSOLUTELY hammered. Blood everywhere, crumpled up on the ceiling of her car.
I extract her from the vehicle and throw some gauze on the nastier wounds on her face and arms and then merrily report to the local constable that she was indeed smashed.
Back in the Jeep and arriving at the home I am met with ICY annoyance...having arrived 15 minutes late! I tell them the story, corraborated by my girlfriend at the time and even though I would have been EARLY but for that woman, I am SCORNED! I had blood on my jeans, my shoes and my white oxford. And they STILL treated me like a lesser relation.
Family. Ugh.
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Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Thu 28 Jun 2007, 15:28,
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