Apocryphal story

I had to pull off a good lie at work today. I hadn't shown up to work yesterday, and had left early on Wednesday afternoon feigning illness. Today I made up a story of how I had to go to Mumbai Airport to urgently pick up a package for someone. For the record, the story is as follows:

I wasn't feeling well yesterday, when I received a call from a close friend saying that his father had been hospitalized. This friend had just returned from the US five days ago. When I reached the hospital, I was told that his father had just come out of unconsciousness. My friend (who remains anonymous in this account) had to get to Mumbai Airport ASAP to collect a parcel which was arriving by air freight. His father was going to get it, but his hospitalization prevented him from going anywhere. So at around 12 PM, my friend and I left for Mumbai via the expressway, with him at the wheel of his Maruti Zen. The guy hadn't driven on Indian roads for 3 years, and he damn near killed the both of us on sevral times. It took us four hours to get to Sahar airport, as we had to stop every now and then to ask for directions. Another 2 hours at the airport before we got the package, and then I drove back home, reaching at 9.30 PM. All the time I was suffering because of fever and general headache, but I somehow stayed awake.