There’s an old joke that when two women show up at a party wearing the exact same thing, they’ll hate each other and when two guys do the same, they’ve found a new best friend.
Case and point, my coworker Edgar and I both wear approximately the same size and both shop at Walmart. Consequently, our wordrobes are eerily similar. We do manage to avoid wearing the same thing on the same day, thanks in part to the vastness of my wardrobe (I have 3 weeks of pants, 5 weeks of shirts, give or take). But regardless, we have a ritual of complimenting each other’s shirts whenever we have a similar one on the rack at home.
We’re nopt the only ones. A couple weeks back I bought an orange-red (my favorite color as a kid) shirt, except I’m reluctant to wear it because not one but two people have the exact same shirt. Once you’re talking three or more, you’re moving beyond lazy shopping in to cult status. Or something.
Edgar’s out today, and no one is wearing exactly what I am, but I’ve seen no less than nine people wearing a green shirt with khaki slacks. I rarely wear khaki and rarer still with a green shirt, so I’ve gotta wonder if people wear this super-regularly and I don’t know it, or if I’m unconsciously part of a hivemind.