Recession, or Escape in Time 1 - 2009

How did it all happen?
A man arrived one night at a hotel, and asked a concierge for the best
room.  He would like to see it before actually checking in, and
slipped a hundred-dollar bill for a concierge  onto the counter.  To
be discreet, the concierge moved the bill onto his desk, covered it
with a notepad, and left with the man to show him the room.  Nobody
ever came at this time, so he was not at all worried about the bill
disappearing from his desk.
When both left, a friend of concierge came to visit him on a slow
night at work; looked through things on his desk, and discovered the
hundred-dollar bill. “Oh, cool, I can give back the money I owe on my
tab at the bar!.” He took the bill, and proceeded to the bar, where
bartender was happy to see him finally giving what he owed back.
Now, the bartender owed a hundred to a prostitute for services
rendered.  He paid her back.  The prostitute took the bill, went to
the hotel, and waited for the concierge.
At that precise moment,  a following sequence took place: the
concierge came back downstairs, the prostitute gave him back the
hundred dollars she owed for letting her use one of the rooms
recently, the man came downstairs and said that he will not be taking
the room at this particular hotel after all, and took the
hundred-dollar bill the prostitute just gave the concierge from his
hand, and left. The concierge thought, “well, at least I have the
hundred dollars he gave me to give him a nice room,” but he looked,
and the money was not there.
Two people, even married to each other, should never play the same
instrument (“blow into one same trumpet”).  They should play in the
same orchestra perhaps, execute the same composition, but playing the
same instrument is a deadly mistake.
And now it is 2009, and the things blew over, and the money is gone.