It's Friday morning 8am you're flat broke your apartment is a mess and the rent is due, you've already asked for money from everyone you know and they can't help you, and to make matters worse you're already behind rent as it is and you know that if you tell the landlady you can't pay again she'll throw you out and you'll probably have to move in or couch surf with someone, you lay there staring at the ceiling thinking of a solution.

Your line of thought is interrupted by the sound of someone knocking at your door, it's probably the landlady come to collect the rent, you stand up sigh and trudge over to the door you may as well get this over with, upon opening the door you're met with of course your landlady, "So, do you have my money?" she says in her usual deep mature voice.