Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 19 June 2015
"Apologies for the conveniences"
The train for work was late today, of a good thirty minutes. When the conductor signaled that we were running late, he had a slip of the tongue and said: "Apologies for the conveniences". He corrected himself immediately, but I thought it was funny. Funny enough to be considered a new great unknown line, albeit an involuntary one. And for me, it ended up a convenience: I read more than usual and as it is quiet at work at the moment, I didn't have to make up for the lost time. In fact, it considerably shortened my working day. More so than it was already supposed to be: as I have been working a lot and holding the fort while many people were away on conferences, my manager had already given me the second half of the day off. So I must have worked three hours or so today. That's my kind of Friday and, I don't want to rub it in for anyone still working now, but what a way to start the weekend! Apologies for the conveniences indeed.