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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I'm not saying I'm neurotic, but...I don't do late. Turning up any more than fifteen minutes before a scheduled meeting time and I'm starting to twitch. But, ah, the ex-Mr Rakky. A man to whom punctuality was something that happened to other people and for whom the concept of agreeing a time to meet up was merely an illusion. He's the only bloke I've ever met who could miss not one but two trains, whilst actually being on the platform that they were departing from. And who, at the start of our relationship (pre mobile phones) agreed to meet me for lunch and turned up 48 hours late. I just kept popping into the bar where we'd agreed to meet until he eventually arrived, totally oblivious to the fact that he was two days late for our date. His excuse? "I couldn't remember what day it was." Not what day he was going to meet me, no, actually what day it was.
And I'm sat here, almost in tears as I have a flight that leaves on Sunday, and I'm not totally packed yet.
I often wondered why it never worked out between us...
(, Fri 29 Jun 2007, 16:46, Reply)
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