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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On the way to another gig.One musical friend of mine is rarely early, and occasionally on time, but most often late. Anyway, on this occasion a good few years back we were indeed late, so we were bowling along the road at a fair old rate in this bloke's old Passat, when the car started to sway violently. He thought the car had a puncture, so he managed to get it stopped in a layby, where we examined the wheels. Nope, all tyres OK.
Turns out that the reason we were yawing was that he was just a crap driver and when the car got a bit of a sway on, he managed to steer with it and make it worse. So we advised him to take it easy until we got there. Which he did, and we were then even later arriving at the gig, but at least we were still alive.
So the official excuse for lateness was that we had a flat tyre (we even made our hands a bit dirty!) but the real reason was that the driver was crap.
However, the real relevance of this little tale is that said bloke now works as.......
a driving instructor.
Those who can, do, etc etc.
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K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 2 Jul 2007, 11:25,
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