I had a guy working for me, John Scott, who was the best GM tranny tech I had ever seen.
Problem was, you could never count on him showing up on time. This guy had a book of excuses....and like nine dead grandmothers.
I finally had all I could take and told him if he was late again, he was fired.
He calls in late and I told him that I had better not of heard the excuse he was about to lay on me. The line is quiet for awhile, then he says,
"I woke up with a blond laying on my right arm, a redhead laying on my left arm and half a bottle of Jack sitting on the nightstand......there was two feet of snow on the ground....what would you have done?" I hung up. An hour later, he showed up.