"I can't believe how bad traffic was this morning!"
"Silly me! I couldn't find my keys. Would you believe they were in the freeze?"
"I must have hit the power button instead of the snooze and I totally woke up late."
But all those excuses are now officially lame because of the reason my co-worker gave us for why he was going to be late to work.
HIS ROOMMATES CAR WAS BOMBED!!!
Okay, so as it turns out it wasn't bombed in an Al Queda kind of way. But in the e-mail sent to the people in my department the word BOMB was used. Images of IED in Iraq and tales from the IRA flashed in my head.
I guess my co-worker left his apartment in the city at 9AM and noticed an unusually high number of neighbors gathered around some cars on the street. So he edged his way to see that they were all looking at three cars that were completely burned out. And one of those cars belonged to his roommate. Apparently someone threw some sort of incendiary device (you know, the kind people in malls chuck off the roof to kill zombies) and it burned three cars.
So my co-worker had to go back inside and wake his roommate with the news that her car was now a piece of charcoal. Seriously, there is no better alarm clock than that one.
Anyway, I now feel like I can never have an excuse for why I am late because he just set that bar way too high.
Sadly I think the only thing that can trump an exploding car is alien abduction and I don't want to use that one. I don't need my co-workers thinking anal probe every time they look at me.
~ The Office Scribe