I answered the door in my pajamas. The taller of the two girls standing there asked for my roommate, Sheldon.
“He didn’t come home last night,” I said.
“We know you,” the shorter one said.
“I think I served you once.”
“That’s right,” she said. “In Montana. Like a year ago.”
The three of us nodded, pleased to have cleared up that mystery.
“Would you like to come inside?” I asked.