First Draft:

I apologize profusely for being late for work this morning. It’s the 3-year-old’s lion’s special book’s fault.

*blink*

OK, here’s the long story: I frantically jetted out the door at 8:30 this morning to go to the post office to send a package to my mother for her birthday, PLANNING to be home in time for work at 9. I won’t even go into detail about how I bent the laws of physics and a few speeding limits to get TO the post office in the first place.

The reason I’m late is that Alex the Lion lost his very special book.

It seems that his owner stuffed a very small Hello Kitty notepad (from a Happy Meal) that had all kinds of important markings in it between the cracks in the glass display case at the post office.

It was a true crisis. With tears. Alex the Lion’s owner was crying, so I felt it prudent to at least attempt to recover the lost very special book. Postal workers were informed of the situation, and various keys were procured. I’m not sure when the last time the display case was opened, as there were products on display with the 32-cent stamps advertised therein.

It took 3 postal workers, a handful of keys, and about 30 minutes to finally open the display case and recover Alex’s book.

Perhaps I should just tell my boss that I overslept?

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