A classic.
I have a business appointment in thirty minutes, I want to take it slow, no rushing, so I want to get out now, it will be taking fifty minutes to arrive at the site, and I will have plenty of time to seek a parking spot, and to arrive there calmly and relaxed.
There’s always something coming in between…
Some shit.
I ate a yoghurt as a snack, and it reminded my bowels that this morning I was constipated, and I had no shit whatsoever.
Yeah, nice.
Coming! I’ll be late…
D’you reckon I can use this as an excuse?
the Shy Tird 