Asking and Splitting
This evening I asked out my friend Bob, I asked him if he wanted to go out to have fun, may be some beers in a bar. This evening I was alone, as some friends called up my wife and asked her out, they invited her to a party. Bob said yes, he rarely says no to a couple of beers, even if he usually has to pay for them as this month I’m running out of money, so we met in a nearly bar and there we started talking. I asked him after his girlfriend, I wanted to know if she was OK, but he told me he didn’t know as they had split up some weeks ago, they decided to finish their relationship some weeks ago. I felt a bit embarrased as I didn’t know anything about it and I’m not good in comforting people who split up, so I asked after her parents, I asked him if they were healthy and happy. He said they were OK and we started talking about football.
When we have a conversation about football, we use to talk a lot, so soon we were thirsty and we needed more beer. We asked for some beers, we requested some beers in a polite way and, as we were hungry too, we asked for a couple of burguers. Soon we started agueing, as he thought I was cheating when I said I had an autograph from a famous football player. I was decided to prove I wasn’t cheating, so I invited him to my home.
When we arrived, I remembered my living room was in a mess, so I asked him to wait a bit outside my house, I requested him to stay out of my house for a while in a polite way. Asking anybody to stay out of my house may sound rude, but he understood, he uses to have the same kind of problems. When I tidied my living room, I asked him in, I requested him to enter in my house. By the way, I always thought I’d like to be a manager, with a big office, and have a lot of people waiting outside my office waiting to meet me, and, from time to time, ask them in by calling up my secretary, talking with perfect BBC accent: "Please, ask in Mr. Brown, I’d like to talk with him"... oohhh! one day...
Back to reality, my valuable autograph was stored in my basement, so I asked him to wait a bit, I came to my basement, and when everything was ready I asked him down, I asked him to come downstairs. It seems he was drinking all the beer I had in my fridge so I had to ask down my friend a couple of times before he realized I was asking him down.
Finally, he saw the autograph and he admitted he was wrong and I was right. I came upstairs to prepare some food, and I left him in the basement admiring the autograph. When everything was ready, I asked him up, I asked him to go upstairs, but I had to ask up my friend three times, as he had discovered my reserves of beer in my basement...
When we have a conversation about football, we use to talk a lot, so soon we were thirsty and we needed more beer. We asked for some beers, we requested some beers in a polite way and, as we were hungry too, we asked for a couple of burguers. Soon we started agueing, as he thought I was cheating when I said I had an autograph from a famous football player. I was decided to prove I wasn’t cheating, so I invited him to my home.
When we arrived, I remembered my living room was in a mess, so I asked him to wait a bit outside my house, I requested him to stay out of my house for a while in a polite way. Asking anybody to stay out of my house may sound rude, but he understood, he uses to have the same kind of problems. When I tidied my living room, I asked him in, I requested him to enter in my house. By the way, I always thought I’d like to be a manager, with a big office, and have a lot of people waiting outside my office waiting to meet me, and, from time to time, ask them in by calling up my secretary, talking with perfect BBC accent: "Please, ask in Mr. Brown, I’d like to talk with him"... oohhh! one day...
Back to reality, my valuable autograph was stored in my basement, so I asked him to wait a bit, I came to my basement, and when everything was ready I asked him down, I asked him to come downstairs. It seems he was drinking all the beer I had in my fridge so I had to ask down my friend a couple of times before he realized I was asking him down.
Finally, he saw the autograph and he admitted he was wrong and I was right. I came upstairs to prepare some food, and I left him in the basement admiring the autograph. When everything was ready, I asked him up, I asked him to go upstairs, but I had to ask up my friend three times, as he had discovered my reserves of beer in my basement...