It's Not My Fault!

It really isn’t. I had totally intended to write up a post yesterday during lunch. UNFORTUNATLY, the company thought differently. Instead, I had to make an emergency visit to an over-demanding customer, which resulted my driving around Manhattan at 7:30 last night (not good times, bad.).  So, it was work’s fault. I mean, I wouldn’t use work as a scape-goat. That would just be unheard of.
  Now I just have to figure out how to avoid the dishes. Girlfriend: “You need to do the dishes, we’re eating off paper towels.” Me: “Ok, I’ll get start- wait, I think I heard my phone ring. I gotta go!” (runs out front door, gets in car, drives away).