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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My best excuseMany years ago, I completely forgot that I told my then girlfriend that I'd call her at a certain time on a certain day. With her being my first ever girlfriend, I was unaware of the anger and feminine fury that would erupt when I called her the next day. Rather than admit that I'd purely forgotten, my subconscious decided to tell an outright fib.
The previous night had been very stormy, with really high winds. I told my girlfriend that one of our trees had blown down in the wind and that my Dad and I had to lash it down with rope in order to prevent it damaging other property.
Whether it was the mental image of some muscular, plaid-shirted frontiersman striving in the face of extreme environmental hardship, or just the sheer brazenness of telling a story that was quite obviously fibbery of the highest order, I don't know. But my girlfriend believed every word.
(, Fri 29 Jun 2007, 15:41, Reply)
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