My daughter and I walked into the store and began to scan the racks. At the back of the store we paused by a display of jeans and each of us held up a pair. Since we had found one thing worth undressing for we decided to look for more. Separating, we continued browsing and rendevoused back at a dressing room.
With the door closed behind us, we dumped our finds on the bench and laughed. We had the same cords, same jeans, same turtlenecks and same blouse but in different colors.
As they say: Acorns don’t fall far from the tree.