Work being too close to home

I had a disturbing moment this evening on my way home from work.

I discovered that a work colleague from my floor literally lives around the corner from me. We smiled at each other on the train, we laughed at the bus stop and then had a chat about the area on the bus route - we both found it strange when we got off at the same stop and then we realised that we live about a 3 minute walk from each other.

In theory there is nothing wrong with that.

But it completely destroys those moments that I use the public transport as an excuse for my inability to get to work on time.

Day 1

Miss M: Sorry there were bad delays on my train this morning

Day 2

Miss M: The station was shut due to over crowding this morning

Day 3

Miss M: Someone got ill on the train and we were held up for 30 minutes

Day 4

Miss M: Stupid trains, they are always delayed!

So yes, if she overhears me say this she'll know I'm lying!

Oh no paranoia is kicking in now!

Plus if I ever pull a sickie now I'll be nervous about going out in Wombletown in case I run into her.

The unreliable London public transport has always been the best excuse for an extra lie in with a hangover or the general lack of desire to leave your warm bed.

Damn. Foiled again.