I hated homework. I rarely did it, which is why I am in a job cleaning carpet, rather than designing space stations for NASA. Or discovering the cure for cancer. Or writing my nobel prize acceptance speech - you get the idea. The part about homework I hated most was the excuses I had to offer. I usually never got further than "I forget it". Unlike the comic strip characters, I never had a dog trained to eat homework.
This line of thought was prompted by an interesting occurrence at the carpet cleaning company at which I currently work. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Photos have been scribbled out to safeguard the identity of parties concerned. But how is this for a really good excuse for making someone fill in a form again?
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