what’s my excuse?
Tina, one of my co-workers, stopped by my desk to chat during the Five O’Clock Mass Exodus. We would pause our conversation every few moments to respond to the farewells of those leaving the office. A newer employee walked by and wished us a good-night. After the door closed behind him, Tina turned to me and asked me to remind her of his name. I started to respond and then paused.
“Oh. Wow. I feel terrible, but I don’t remember either.”
“I have such a bad memory!” Tina exclaimed. “I blame it on old age.”
“I don’t have the best of memories either. So what’s my excuse?”
Tina thought for a moment. “Good looks,” she said. “You can blame it on your good looks!”
Now that’s a great excuse if I’ve ever heard one!!