Ladies, we’ve all been there. We’ve all had at least that one guy that drops so many unbelievably wild excuses left and right, we actually believe them.
But this isn’t a sci-fi TV special about some mysterious place in technology where his phone call disappears. Nor is it Houdini’s best kept magic secret trick. This right here is your reality check. If your man’s dropping these lines, it’s time to drop his line and pick up a new one.
Here’s a list of my all-time favorite excuses: Some have happened to me, some to my friends and some are a result of my explosively painful imagination (though I’m willing to bet good money these have all happened somewhere, sometime to some poor little someone). Right next to the amateur “dog ate my telephone,” here is the Excuses Hall of Shame:
(Click on each excuse for my own answer)
(Honey, it’s not 1955 – call AAA)
(What are you? Five?)
(Thanks, but I’m not dating a credit card)
(Okay really, that’s just insulting my intelligence)
(Was it a blackout? Because you couldn’t reach me not by phone, text, Whatsapp, BBM, e-mail, Twitter or Facebook)
Memory loss at this age?
(Oh yeah, forgot about that very important meeting in which you were saving the world)
(This one’s a classic – short, to the point and impossible to argue with – the perfect getaway).
(I like to pretend they got married or died)
There it is, the Excuses Hall of Shame. Ladies, consider this your gracious warning label.
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