I was working on homework in my room, and my friend Pearl came in, looking for black thread and a needle. I told her that if I had any, it was buried deep in my closet, so she decided to go next door and ask another friend, Loris. Then, if Loris had what she was looking for, we wouldn't have to dig through all of my stuff.
She came back a couple of minutes later with no needle and no thread, but with two bottles of hard cider, and no more interest in sewing.
She always manages to amuse me.