My friend works for a local HVAC repair company.
The guy has been busy over the last couple of weeks, but he was supposed to leave work early on Tuesday so we could watch the soccer game.
The game started at 8:30 and my friend was supposed to be at my place around 7 to have dinner. My wife made a bunch of tacos before she left to hang out with her friends. I waited for Bobby to arrive, but he still wasn’t there at 8:30 when the game started. I called Bobby’s phone a couple of times, but he didn’t answer. I was starting to get worried, so I decided to call the HVAC company where he works. I asked the lady if Bobby was still working on an HVAC repair. She told me that he left at 5 in the afternoon and then I started to worry. I called Bobby five or six more times, but his phone went right to voicemail. I called the HVAC dispatch service again and she told me something entirely different. This time she said that Bobby was working on an air purifier installation job on Sycamore street. I didn’t know what to think, so I called my good friend three or four more times. I was going to call the police and the hospital when Bobby came strolling through the door at half past nine. He was half drunk and his speech was slurred. He went home early for the day and caught his wife with someone else. She decided to tell the poor guy that she wanted a divorce.