Just another reason I would make a pathetic cult leader...the inability to come up with a convincing, other worldly story to explain an mysterious disappearance.
arriving at home, 11 p.m.
Wife: Where the hell were you?
Me: uh...Home Depot and Costco
Wife: Really...
Me: Yeah, they've extended their hours, and I just got into trance. I lost all track of time. I think God may have met me.
Wife: Really... you couldn't at least call?
Me: Uh...I was really into that...meeting with God. It was hot and
Wife: What? Don't talk to me. Work on this story, and then feed it to your sheep Sunday. They need something inspiring. They've been working very hard!
Me: O.K. honey. I appreciate your input. I mean, my spiritual wife couldn't come up with anything. She--
Wife: Shut up. Your hot dog is in the microwave.
arriving at home, 11 p.m.
Wife: Where the hell were you?
Me: uh...Home Depot and Costco
Wife: Really...
Me: Yeah, they've extended their hours, and I just got into trance. I lost all track of time. I think God may have met me.
Wife: Really... you couldn't at least call?
Me: Uh...I was really into that...meeting with God. It was hot and
Wife: What? Don't talk to me. Work on this story, and then feed it to your sheep Sunday. They need something inspiring. They've been working very hard!
Me: O.K. honey. I appreciate your input. I mean, my spiritual wife couldn't come up with anything. She--
Wife: Shut up. Your hot dog is in the microwave.