This is my number #1 excuse. I learned it from my mom. Pretty sure, if my grandmother had a cell phone (or if they were even invented yet) when she was young she would have used the excuse.
Truth is, I would rather lie and then come up with a bad traffic excuse when I see you; then get bitched at on the phone by you right now.
Truth is, I'm not even in the car yet. Opps?
I will be there and you bet by the time I do, I will have a lame traffic excuse or alarm clock malfunction story to share.
I am actually doing you a favor here, if you start complaining to me on the phone I will just be later because I will have to stop and listen to you complaining. See, you should thank me for lying.
~Sincerally, the chick who is always late and has horrible luck in traffic.
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