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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Hairy snowReading about snowdrifts reminds me of an amusing tale from my childhood which takes place at the time of the early nineties in around six inches of snow. My school was barely three hundred metres away so me an my brother walked it: that day we encountered our friend Hairy at the end of the road climbing in and around a skip filled with snow.
"Why aren't you coming to school?" we ask, to which he replies:
"We're snowed in."
Nice.
(, Fri 29 Jun 2007, 12:36, Reply)
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