What's your excuse?

Years ago when Tommy and the boys were students at UT, we lived in a big old rambling rental on Maple Dr. in Fountain City.  One day the sewage backed up in our house.  I called our landlord and he said to call the city.  I called the city and they said to call my landlord!  You know how it goes.

Finally, in desperation I called my landlord and told him to work it out with the city.  The city came...not too happily I might add.  One of the men said that he had had to call his men from supper.  I apologized profusely.  While they were digging up my yard, I stood on the porch to watch.  It was quite amazing!  The man who was driving the back hoe, had one arm!  You would never have known it by the way he manipulated that back hoe.

(By the way...it turned out that it was the city's fault not my landlord's.  The man I apologized to, apologized to me!)

Second story.  Tommy and John boy went to the gym next door this morning to pick up our equipment we had left over there after Bible study last night.  We have a group of neighborhood men who come into the gym twice a week at 5:30 in the morning to play basketball before they go to work.  When the guys went in this morning, one of the players was sitting on a chair drying off with a towel.  His "leg" was lying beside him.

What's your excuse?