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 NanBless her,
She's a member of the Filey women's institute. Every few months they have to connect with the mother ship (York). My nan got herself on the train, got off in York, had a lovely day out and got back on the train to Scarborough (next to Filey). My grandad waited in the car at Scarborough station when my nan's train was due, and waited, and waited. Four hours (honestly) after my nan was due he left the station and in a panic phoned me (granddaughter - live in York - but cannot drive)and my mum (daughter - lives nowhere near York - but can drive).
My nan got off the train a stop too soon - Seamer for those in the know - found herself a pub near the station and buckled down for the night. I spent the best part of 50 quid in a taxi getting through to Filey and my grandad. My mum hired a car and got to Seamer to pick up my nan (best part of 100 notes).
Best bit, by the time I'd spent 50 quid and my mum 100 notes some fucking farmer boy had given my nan a lift home. My grandad had also driven to the pub to pick up my nan and arrived a few minutes after she departed. Me and mum arrived in the arse end of nowhere to find my grandad pissed as a lord in the company of farmer boys and my nan safe and sound at home.
My mum had the idea to drive the hire car back to my house in York, but the petrol run out on the A64. We got home though.
Late - my nan, 75 years old and late home
Late - my grandad going out to find her and ending up as pissed as possible
Late - my rent that month. I paid 50 quid for a taxi
Late - my mum. She was so relieved that her mum and dad (my nan and grandad)survived their ordeal that she spent a couple of days with me in York.
Cost of hire car 50 squid a day, cost of not telling AVIS you're going to keep it for 3 days - priceless.
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