He refused to tell his coworkers why he called out of work. The reason? Priceless.

Have you ever had a day so awful that you just wanted to press the delete button and erase it from your memory?

It was nearly 7 a.m., and James was running behind schedule. He didn’t sleep well and struggled to get up when his alarm went off. That darn cat kept meowing like clockwork all through the night.

James, still half-asleep, was feeling bit annoyed when his wife insisted that she needed his help. He didn’t have five minutes to spare, but did so, begrudgingly.

What happened next was a result of his impatience.

Cane posted the following story about one man’s bad day, almost too humiliating to share.

Here’s what happened.

Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I’m lying.

On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to going in the next day.

By then, I reasoned, I could think something up to explain the bandage on the top of my head. The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife’s wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.

Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife call to me from the kitchen. “Dear, The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come and reset it.”

“You know where the button is,” I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. “Reset it yourself!”

“But I’m scared!” she persisted. “What if it starts going and sucks me in?”

There was a meaningful pause and then, “C’mon, it’ll only take you a second.”

So out I came, dripping wet and stark naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly.

Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing.

It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn’t the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink.

And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region.

Wild animals are sometimes faced with a “fight or flight” syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the “flight” option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. The impact knocked me out cold. When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me.

Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor starkers in front of a group of “been-there, done-that” paramedics. Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter…and not succeeding.

Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was. “What’s the matter?” They all asked, “Cat got your tongue?”

If they only knew!

Now that was cringe-worthy.

There’s not much worse than excruciating pain followed by gut-wrenching embarrassment.

But James only had himself to blame on this one. If he had taken the time to put on a towel instead of attempting to prove a point, the incident would have been avoided.

Maybe it’s time to buy kitty some toy mice instead.

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