A funny thing happened to me the other day. I was in a hurry to get to work and I found that my car wasn't working. I had to 1 out of the house to catch the bus. 2 I was walking along the street, I 3 a woman of about my age on the opposite side of the road. I looked at her again and I 4 that we had met before. She arrived at the bus stop a couple of seconds after me. "She must be 5 the bus, too," I thought.
We had just 6 the previous bus and we had fifteen minutes to 7 before the next one. I looked at the woman 8 me again and I was 9 that I knew her.
"Excuse me, have we met before? I'm sure that I 10 you," I said. She looked a bit 11, but she told me that her name was Angela Barker. "You studied history at Liverpool University," I 12, "from 1985 to 1988!"
"That's right!" she 13, "And you're Claire?"
"Lewis. Well, my name is Lewis, but I'm married now. What are you 14 nowadays?" I asked.
"Well, I work in the Central Museum in town and I've 15 in this area, in George Street, for about three years," she replied.
"You are joking! I live 16 the corner from there. I don't believe it! We've been 17 for three years and we've 18 seen each other!" I said.
"I know it's unbelievable!" she 19, "And I'm glad that you spoke to me because I 20 why you were looking at me all the time!"
