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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The bus was lateWay back when The Benga was in high school I had what I can only describe as Victorian Dad as my form tutor. David Smith, Smithy to the best of us.
So, 3 years go by and EVERY day The Benga is late, sometimes by 3 minutes sometimes by 20 minutes but always late. Every day as I walk in I proffer the ubiquitous "Sorry Mr Smith, the bus was late". This seemed to calm the demon and so life passed happily...
However, one day upon entering the form room and providing my usual Smithy replies with
"The Benga! Come 'ere, I need a word with you"
The Benga approaches...
"I've 'eard you bin tellin' me porkie pies me lad..."
"Mr Smith?" (feigning ignorance)
"A little dickie bird tells me you don't catch the bus of a morn"
"That's right Mr Smith, I walk in"
"So what you bin doing telling me for the last 3 years that you've been late on the bus?"
"Oh no Mr Smith, I only ever told you the bus was late, I never said I was ON it"
(Cue science lab stool flying towards The Benga at high speed and winning HUGE kudos with the boys and girls)
Not sorry for length - they usually scream. And I like it.
(, Sat 30 Jun 2007, 11:09, Reply)
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