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?
( , Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
"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?
( , Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
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Fun at the cinema
I used to work in a sizeable cinema in Bumwharf, Pompey. One memorable shift was due to start at 5:00pm. At about 5:30 my manager phoned me which woke me up.
Manager "Gareth, are you coming to work today?"
Gareth *Looks at bedside clock* "FUCK!"
M "Were you asleep?"
G "FUCK!"
M *Starts laughing* "Will you be in about half an hour?"
G "45 minutes."
Apparently that brightened up her day.
Length? About a mile and a half, hence the 45 mins.
( , Fri 29 Jun 2007, 12:22, Reply)
I used to work in a sizeable cinema in Bumwharf, Pompey. One memorable shift was due to start at 5:00pm. At about 5:30 my manager phoned me which woke me up.
Manager "Gareth, are you coming to work today?"
Gareth *Looks at bedside clock* "FUCK!"
M "Were you asleep?"
G "FUCK!"
M *Starts laughing* "Will you be in about half an hour?"
G "45 minutes."
Apparently that brightened up her day.
Length? About a mile and a half, hence the 45 mins.
( , Fri 29 Jun 2007, 12:22, Reply)
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