I have some sad news. My pet gerbil Frank died last Friday. I was very upset most of the day and I wanted to give him a proper burial. Since my schedule is always so busy I thought it would be necessarily to leave work at 3:00pm on Friday afternoon so I would have time to observe his final wishes. He wanted his ashes scattered amongst the fields near my house. So I wanted to leave work and ride my bike around the countryside near my house to give Frank his final respects.
You know what? My boss said NO! I couldn't leave work to give Frank his due respect. Methinks my boss has no feelings or compassion.
I thought for a few minutes and then I told him this story:
Boss, my grandparent died in a car crash. While my boyfriend was driving, because he swerved and hit a bus full of orphans while trying to avoid a herd of penguins crossing the street.
It’s too outlandish to be false, right?
Apparently, I become a creative liar when I want to ride my bike. (Que Queen please)
1 comment:
So you burned your dead pet and scattered his ashes...that is shrekin' sick!
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