I was at a meeting the other day. It was supposed to start at 9:00, so being a good Canadian, I showed up at about 8:40, since I wasn't entirely sure what to expect. I know that things tend not to start on time here, so I was surprised when we got rolling at 9:15, with about 75% of the group present.
As the last few people trickled in, each one politely entered the room, greeted the group and sat down. One lady, though, as she found her seat just before 10:00, decided she needed to provide a reason for being late.
"Sorry I'm late," she says. "I'm on vacation and I came from my beach house. I'm going back there after this meeting." That's it. Everyone nodded understandingly and we continued with our meeting.
Hmm... Forget 'the dog ate my homework', or 'I got caught in a traffic jam'. Nope, next time I'm late, I'm going with the beach house excuse.
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