Excuses, excuses

I had lunch with my coworkers the other day, and one friend was kind enough to share the drama that is her daughter’s life.

The story starts with an impossible roommate, late rent payment, and eviction. Thankfully, the daughter was smart enough to ask her mother what to do to solve the problem. Long story short: the roommate is leaving the apartment complex and the daughter is downsizing to a smaller apartment in the same complex at the beginning of the month.

But that’s not what this post is about.

You see, the daughter had to take a day off work to handle her living situation. Her second day of work on a brand new job. She was afraid she’d lose her job because who would believe such a story from a millennial.

Thankfully Mom saved the day, with the excuse of course that Mom was in the hospital undergoing tests to see if she was having a heart attack or indigestion.

The mom card, heck even the dad card, is often a very good excuse to get out of work, and best of all, no one has to forge a note like when we were in school and no one checks with the parents either.

I often wonder if, according to my mom, my grandmother was sick a few times after she was dead. (okay, that’s slightly evil, but it is very funny)

Anyway, there is one master of excuses that those of us of a certain age or affection for RetroTV will also love:


That has to be one of my favorite scenes ever.

Until next time.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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1 Response to Excuses, excuses

  1. Love that scene, too. 🙂

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