Imagine, ten seconds before you leap into the car with your howling children that you discover that you are wearing the exact same outfit as your husband... jeans (blue), jumper (red), t-shirt (white), shoes (brown). Then, after carefully making sure he departs swiftly from the daycare centre so that nobody sees you, and dealing with the mother of all tantrums (Miss bugalugs hanging onto the gate with both hands, screaming - I had her ankles - and eight parents unable to get in, four parents unable to get out)... Imagine, after ALL that, you are strolling across the quadrangle for a restorative hot chocolate, when you realise you are wearing the EXACT same outfit as your BOSS.
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