Tall Tales

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

We went for a drink with Kitty Cat and Marsh tonight. We were reminiscing about times in our youth when we’ve phoned in sick after a night out.

One night in their twenties, Marsh and his flatmate, Martin had stayed up all night drinking and decided to phone in sick for each other.

Marsh managed to blunder through his call and Martin was up next...

Martin: “Marsh won’t be able to make it into work today”

All good so far.

Martin: “because he was hit by a car.”

Then panic really set in...

Martin: “and he has a broken leg.”

Worst. Mate. Ever.

Marsh pretended that it was just a chip on the bone and had to remember to fake limp for a week!

C