Comments on: The Big Question: My Dog Ate My Homework Edition

By: bonus

bonus — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 14:45:47 +0000

Dude you pro. Come and look at my blog, you likely will enjoy it.

By: dcp511

dcp511 — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 12:50:56 +0000

To the point and an excellent article.

By: bonnie-ann black

bonnie-ann black — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 19:02:40 +0000

i live in NYC where subway delays are so common, they’re no longer accepted as an excuse for lateness… we’re just told to “leave home earlier.” but the one excuse no one ever expects is the truth. a few years ago, i was reading a really excellent book and i had only 25 or 30 pages to go… i was so caught up in the book, i missed my subway stop, and got off at the next one. i figured i was already late, so may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, and sat down on a bench and finished the book. when i got into the office, one of my employers asked where i had been and i told him: “I was on the platform at 42nd street, finishing this book!” he was stunned… but i don’t know whether he was stunned because of my outright honesty, or that someone was that involved in a book!

By: Margaret

Margaret — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 08:41:43 +0000

I once told my boss that I had to stop halfway to work and turn around to go home to change my shoes because I realised I was still wearing slippers.

It was true too. Good thing I was in my own car and not public transport.

By: Peaches

Peaches — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 10:10:56 +0000

“Im so sorry Im late.” Its enough.

By: Katharine

Katharine — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 16:18:05 +0000

My best, this year anyway, has been, “I can’t come into work because there’s a truck in the driveway.” I live in an apartment on top of a house, and the one-lane driveway is shared with the house next door (where my landlords live).

I got up one morning in May, got ready for work, and came out to find a truck parked in the drive that was not any one of the three vehicles my landlords and their family own. Knocked on all the doors of their house — no answer. Knocked on the door of the downstairs apartment (their son lives there) — no answer. Walked down to the Tim Hortons at the corner, where Landlords & Fam spend a lot of their time — no luck.

It takes an hour and a half to get to work by bus (IF I don’t miss any of the three connections), while it’s only a 20-minute drive — don’t ask — so I called to let them know, and waited. An hour later, at eleven or so, the paterfamilias of Landlord & Fam finally showed up, with his truck, a trailer full of lumber, and a buddy — the owner of the truck in the driveway.

He was very apologetic. They’d gone to Home Depot to pick up lumber, right at 7a when they open, taking his truck because it had a trailer — they’d never imagined it would take that long. Yeah, they bought it at work — too weird, and yet mundane — to make up.

By: Nemtynakht

Nemtynakht — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 05:00:33 +0000

Having a father who is a firefighter, the whole men-in-uniform thing is decidedly unsexy to me. Decidedly. As a result, I had to give some thought to Plumcake and Kimiks’ postings before I understood. Some women are into my father. Ew.

By: Sharn

Sharn — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 19:27:51 +0000

One morning I woke up feeling like God had taken a crap on my brain, but I still went about getting ready for work… until I had to barf in the kitchen sink (which was full of dirty dishes) because I knew I wouldn’t make it to the bathroom in time. After that, I think I barfed like 10 times in 15 minutes.

Sometime during all this, my boyfriend picked up the phone and called work for me. He said, “Hey, Sharn’s boss, it’s Sharn’s Boyfriend. Sharn’s not going to be at work today. I’m only calling because she can’t stop throwing up long enough to tell you herself.”

Later that day, I thought I was feeling better, so the Boyfriend took me to the store for some delicious, restoring Gatorade. I felt fine on the way to the store, fine at the store, then on the drive home…. I had to barf out of his car window. While it was moving. While we were driving through a neighborhood full of pedestrians. And I hadn’t had anything to eat all day, so the only thing in my stomach was Gatorade, which meant I puked up about a quart of bright red transparent liquid. Yum.

By: Friv

Friv — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 17:39:29 +0000

Once in 6th grade I had a genuine pet vs. homework incident (the pet won) and I knew that excuse would never fly, so I told my teacher I just hadn’t done the assignment. I figured I was going to get an F either way, better not to have a fruitless and credibility-killing argument as well.

By: anne

anne — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 17:36:35 +0000

“I’m sorry, but I’ll be late because I have to take my cat to the vet. I think she broke her tail.”

This was me and it’s true. My boss, when she finally stopped laughing, told me that this was probably the craziest excuse she’d heard, but she figured it was so out there that it had to be true.

Fortunately, the tail was only dislocated and after a few weeks of sitting down very gingerly, the cat was fine.