Perhaps he is just sleeping.
And that’s the excuse you want to go with?
Really, he could be just catching some shut-eye.
Realize that I have watched the Monty Python skit like a billion times.
Oh, then yeah, he’s dead
That was anticlimactic.
So do you want to start it from the top again?
Ordinarily, I would make an excuse
Or beg for your pardon
Perhaps even try to compensate you
So to break character I’ll just leave this out there
“But Mr. Perkins, my dog ate all my homework,” Johnny said as he wiped his nose. The constant sniffle the boy had was almost more annoying than the lie he was trying to tell me.
“That was an extremely old excuse even when my dad went to school,” I said.
“But it’s the truth,” Johnny pleaded. “Honest.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I replied. Johnny was about to say more, but I cut him off. “Go back to your table, or I will send you to the principal’s office.”
Johnny gave up and moped his way back to his assigned spot. I watched him put on the plastic gloves. Like I would believe a dog would want to eat bacon wrapped jalapeño poppers. One bite maybe, but the rest?
“Okay students. Pick up your knives. Today I’m going to show you how to properly clean the skin off a snapper fillet.”
She didn’t really like people, or at least that was her usual excuse
Her stomach spun so fast she felt she would just die
Yet here she was at the party