This past weekend, there was a major fundraiser at one of my worksites. This week, the event is being "struck" (verb def. 19), so the crew has been feverishly working under some hot conditions punctuated by short, furious thunderstorms. The crew has been supplemented by four workers hired from a temp agency. While most of the crew members are familiar with the site, having worked here before, the temporary workers were all new to the site.
Around 7:30PM, the guys were breaking for dinner, and they all gathered at one spot to confer with the project manager. As it happened, Fred and Ginger were lounging together on a worktable. Seeing them together, one of the temps exclaimed, "That explains it... I thought I was going crazy. I'd see an orange and white cat run off to my right, then I'd turn left and see an orange and white cat. Now I realize there were two of them all along!"
I told the poor guy that, even though I'd worked with Fred and Ginger for years, they still confuse the hell out of me now and again.