A student retaking my freshman chemistry class informed me that he missed class this morning because it was raining. Yes, indeed, it was raining, Scooter, buckets and buckets. How do I know? Because I was here, in class with all (ok, most) of your very wet classmates. Buckets and buckets it was raining.
I relate this episode to you not to get sympathy for my squeaky, smelly, soaking wet shoes. No, I want you to know that he concluded his tale of woe by saying, "So you agree that it was raining then the excuse is legitimate" and then walked out of my office with a wave.
I'm stuck in a meeting this afternoon so somebody, please, start drinking this away for me. I promise to catch up in an hour or so.