“We didn’t get in a fight in a Circle K last night, did we?”

While I would hope that I always remember occurences like that, the insistence of the police officer had me questioning my own memory of last night and I had to ask my friend Jack if he remembered something I didn’t. He just looked at me like I was crazy, which is the look I normally get from him, so it didn’t do much to make me feel any better.

“I filed a police report for my stolen stuff and the cop was adamant that I was the girl she pulled out of Circle K this morning.”

“I don’t think so,” Jack replied.

“Good. I spent 20 minutes trying to convince her it wasn’t me. She said I was in there fighting with my boyfriend, who was tall and wearing plaid shorts. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“I was wearing plaid shorts.” Jack suddenly looked a little scared.

“I know.”

Frankly, if somebody told me they’d seen the future and I was going to get into a heated argument in the middle of Circle K, I would assume it would be with Jack, so nothing about the cop’s story seemed uncharacteristic of me until she said the girl had taken her bra off and abandoned it in the convenience store. I’d never take my bra off in public. Except for that one time that I did..but that was just so I could throw it at Kiernan while she sang karaoke. So I might take my bra off, but I definitely would have put it back on. Plus, all of my bras are accounted for.

At this point, I’m left with two theories. One being that I have a twin on this tiny island or somehow Jack and I ended up simultaneously sleep walking, bumping into each other and getting into another argument. One is just as likely as the other down here.