<p>I thought my unique “designer” jeans were stolen from our sorority house laundry, until I found them months later, being worn by by a sorority sister, who didn’t live in the house. She had let me stay at her apartment for a few days during the holidays, and I guess she just took them out of my suitcase. By this point they had faded, so I demanded money on the spot (a campus classroom building). She wrote me a check. Later that day she called me, saying her aunt had given her the jeans, as she’d been unable to tell me where the jeans were purchased, when originally confronted. I don’t believe she ever showed her face at any sorority events after that. I was one of the few friends that she had.</p>