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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Living down underWhilst in Sydney I had a great fun job delivering booze, but it didn't pay the rent so I quit and got a better paid office job. I had a couple of days off so went out on the tiles big style, finally making it to bed about 6am.
My booze delivery job normally started at 7am so 7:10am on Monday I got a call from my ex-boss asking where I was and why wasn't I at work etc.
Still fairly smashed I was rather confused as to what was going on... so uttered the immortal words "'cos I don't fucking work there anymore!" and hung up.
About 4 weeks later I walked past the place and had a nice chat with ex boss in the afternoon. It obviously confused him as the next morning he was again confused why I hadn't shown up for work...
He was a big fat Fijian fella called "Tui" who quite frankly would have scared off the New Zealand All blacks, but he wasn't the sharpest of tools though, hence why he'd spent 20 years delivering beer I suppose.
(, Fri 29 Jun 2007, 11:10, Reply)
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