The Hell Of Social Interactions

"Sorry John, I just kind of...broke your door".
"Oh..." he says "I think you're gonna need to pay for it...and now, because this is my parents house and they'll be back tomorrow and if I don't have the cash to pay for it...i'll be in the shit".
You suddenly realise that you didn't bring your wallet. There was no need, it's a bbq. Damn.