Scene: A university-related trivia event. RACHAEL goes to ask her friend something. Her friend is with someone RACHAEL swears she's met before.

THE FRIEND
Rachael, meet Girl.

RACHAEL
I think we've met before.

GIRL
Really? I don't remember you.

RACHAEL
No, I swear we have.

THE FRIEND
Well, you are both enrolled at the same university.

RACHAEL
(well-natured chuckle)
Oh, I suppose that must be it.

GIRL
Yeah. Right. Maybe.

RACHAEL and GIRL and THE FRIEND return to their respective tables to battle it out for trivia supremacy. While workshopping various team names with her team mates through word association (i.e., one person says a word, then the other free-associates to come up with a suitable name. For instance, if one says 'pants' the other says something like 'dirty') RACHAEL has an uncharacteristic lapse of memory, which is to say she actually remembers where she met GIRL. Anticipating a mild but friendly exchange RACHAEL wanders over to GIRL's table.

RACHAEL
Hey, I know where we met now.

GIRL
Oh, right.

RACHAEL
We met at that bar that time. You know. That time. And you were giving someone advice about their relationship.

GIRL
I don't remember that.

RACHAEL
Oh. Okay.

GIRL
I don't remember you.

RACHAEL
Oh. It's just, like, I don't ever remember anything, like, ever.

GIRL
...

RACHAEL
Serious. I have a memory like a goldfish. So this is kind of uncharacteristic for me.

GIRL
...

RACHAEL
Okay. Right. Well. I'll go sit down then, shall I?

GIRL
Yeah. You do that.

RACHAEL returns to her table, ears burning, where she comforts herself with cheap, metallic tasting red wine. Eventually people run out of beer and she volunteers to get more from the kitchen. The floor is tiled and wet, and RACHAEL is wearing endearingly zebra striped but impractical shoes. She promptly falls arse over tit. Looking up, she realises the kitchen is directly in front of GIRL's table full of tight pants wearing hipsters.

RACHAEL
Oh, for fuck's.

Postscript: We won the shit out of some trivia that night, so it's all good.