Layla: Hi, Pete. How was the rock concert last night?
Pete: Well, when I was getting on the bus to go there, I realised that I had forgotten my money. So I had to get off again. I didn’t want to miss the concert because I had been looking forward to it for a few weeks. So I ran, but when I got home, I realised that I hadn't taken my keys with me either, so I couldn’t get in. I rang the doorbell for ages, but nobody had gone out. So there I was – no money, no tickets, no keys. I thought about asking Will, but it’s a long way to his house, and when I got there, I was really out of breath.
Layla: Let me guess, Will had just spent all his money. No, I know. He had lent it all to someone else.
Pete: Wrong. He hasn’t even been there. He hadn't come home yet. His mother could see that I had been running, so she asked me in and gave me a drink. She put the TV on for me while I was waiting. I had been watching stupid cartoons for twenty minutes when I heard somebody come in. But it wasn’t Will. When he finally arrived, I had been waiting for over half an hour. He said he he had been taking bottles to the bottle bank for the neighbour for some extra cash. Well, after I had explained the situation he gave me some money and I rushed for the next bus. I had wasted so much time, and when I finally got there, my favourite band had already been playing.