Once, while I was babysitting for the richest family in our town, I waited for the kids to go to sleep then started poking around through their mother's closet. Mind you, this wasn't a closet in the usual sense -- hers was bigger than the entire main level of my house!
She had rows and rows of dresses, suits, pants, blouses and the SHOES!!! Oh, and the accessories -- she had belts and scarves and purses and, well it just seemed like something out of a movie!
Before I could stop myself, I started trying stuff on..it was like I was 5 again and playing dress up. I lost track of time and soon looked at my watch and realized that they'd be home any minute so I hurriedly got dressed in my own clothes, put everything back in its proper place and went down to the living room to situate myself on the couch.
When the people came home, they asked how their kids had been, smiled graciously and paid me. I drove myself home, let myself in and started getting ready for bed. As I washed my face, I looked in the mirror and realized THAT I WAS STILL WEARING ONE OF HER SUPER EXPENSIVE CAMISOLES!! In my haste (and fashion fog) I'd forgotten to take it off and had just pulled my sweatshirt on over it!
The lady never mentioned it (she probably never noticed) but, to this day, I still feel guilty every time I see her!