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 was late because I was dreamingWhen I was working for a completely barmy psycotherapist, I turned in one morning about an hour and a half late.
My boss Sandra asked why I was late, my reply was simply. "I was having such a nice dream when the alarm went off that I turned over and went back to the dream." This was 100% truth.
Knowing what her ethos was in respect to her ahem "work" there was little she could do apart from say "only you would use that excuse."
In reality it was a reason.
I clearly remember the dream, it was one of those nice flumpy dreams, where the grass was all astro turf green, where the trees and clouds were all made of marshmellows. Has it been a full on horn of a dream about the likes of Peter Steele, I think I would have had the flu that day.
(, Wed 4 Jul 2007, 11:02, Reply)
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