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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One time I was flying to the US...Having flown a few times before I (in my wisdom) decided I didn't need to be there 2 hours early to checkin so I got there with 45 minutes to go...on the very day some stupid pilots had decided to strike - Gatwick airport was in chaos - queues going EVERYWHERE. When I finally got to a desk, I was politely informed I'd missed my flight but they'd put me on the next day. Fine I thought, they gave me some food vouchers so I figured I'd slum it at the airport rather than go all the way back to Cambridge.
Oh, I realise now. Every 15 minutes you get the warning not to leave your bags etc., etc. the novelty of people watching wore off after about an hour, the food was crap, the beer expensive...I even started smoking again for something to do.
And, to make things worse - when I finally got to the Houston, they decided I was working illegally and wasn't getting in, so I was detained overnight in an immigration cell and put back on the next flight. The flight back was slightly amusing though - I was escorted onto the plane from airside, not through the airport. As they were still cleaning the plane, I was taken back down the walkway to the departure lounge. The look on the waiting passengers faces when I appeared next to this huge immigration officer was classic - they didn;t know whether I was someoen famous (yeah right), or America's most (un)wanted - I had the back quarter of a B747 to myself. Oh, and when the chief steward gave me my passport back when we were 15 minutes out from Gatwick, it increased their nervousness...
Length? *smirks*
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snee held his breath since, Fri 29 Jun 2007, 12:06,
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