People make all kinds of excuses for all kinds of things. Some are valid and some are, let’s say, just made up. “My dog ate my homework,” or “I forgot to set my clock ahead,” are just a couple of excuses that make one think of the fine line between circumstance and withholding the total truth.
I have problems with trying to get out the door without doing one more thing. Pair that with middle age memory, and there are times it will take me 20 minutes to get out the door, despite the fact I am ready to go. “I couldn’t find my keys!”