Uhh! My stupid jeans ripped at my ass when I bent over to pick up my keys off the ground. Note to self: never steal clothes from your little sister again. They are too small!
Some people, you only recognize in certain contexts. Like the receptionist. I know exactly who she is, what she looks like, when she sitting behind her desk with the phone close to her ear, wearing those things around her neck. But when she's waving at me at the bus stop, I'm thinking who the hell is that and she's a terrible mime!