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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Some days you just can't make it up...
Time and Time ago, when such things were possible*, I managed to get my hands on some particularly fine acid. As one does I called up a chum who would appreciate such things and we wandered around the Egyptian hall of the British Museum watching the stone statues of Sehkmet breathe and luxuriating in the wonderful texture of the walls.
After which we went back to my place and I spent some while counting all the freckles the dear girl posessed. We drop a few more tabs, wile the night away in various pursuits and eventually fall asleep.
Wake up the next morning only to realise that Im still seeing little stained glass people climbing the walls and that the girl I'm lying next to looks mouthwatering with the skin of a bejeweled lizard.
After a few tries I managed to get my huge brick of a phone to autodial the office and spoke to my boss.
"Sorry, not going to be in today. Still twisted from the drugs. May be in tomorrow."
Blank silence, "What ?"
"I've taken too many drugs and I can't even see straight never mind write decent code. I should be ok again by tomorrow"
"Oh, Ok..."
Headed in the next day and get gently asked if I was ok afer my overdose...
*Not like these modern days when it's either E's or nothing
( , Fri 29 Jun 2007, 13:25, Reply)
Time and Time ago, when such things were possible*, I managed to get my hands on some particularly fine acid. As one does I called up a chum who would appreciate such things and we wandered around the Egyptian hall of the British Museum watching the stone statues of Sehkmet breathe and luxuriating in the wonderful texture of the walls.
After which we went back to my place and I spent some while counting all the freckles the dear girl posessed. We drop a few more tabs, wile the night away in various pursuits and eventually fall asleep.
Wake up the next morning only to realise that Im still seeing little stained glass people climbing the walls and that the girl I'm lying next to looks mouthwatering with the skin of a bejeweled lizard.
After a few tries I managed to get my huge brick of a phone to autodial the office and spoke to my boss.
"Sorry, not going to be in today. Still twisted from the drugs. May be in tomorrow."
Blank silence, "What ?"
"I've taken too many drugs and I can't even see straight never mind write decent code. I should be ok again by tomorrow"
"Oh, Ok..."
Headed in the next day and get gently asked if I was ok afer my overdose...
*Not like these modern days when it's either E's or nothing
( , Fri 29 Jun 2007, 13:25, Reply)
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