An old girlfriend of mine came to the last party that I threw. We're on good terms so it wasn't a big deal. She and a few of her friends had a fair amount to drink and at some point thought it'd be a good idea to raid my closet and wear my clothes for the rest of the evening. I didn't mind really. In fact it made me laugh. About four months later I ran into one of her friends on the street. We don't really know each other and it was one of those moments where you see the person coming your way and know that an exchange is inevitable. I could tell that both of us were trying to remember where we recognized each other from. Right when we both realized that the party was the connection, I could also see her inner monologue saying ...right, and I was wearing your clothes wasn't I...