You know that TV trope where the angry ex throws a man’s clothing out onto the street to let him and all the neighbors know just how badly he’s screwed up? This suit (and a bunch of shirts and things you can’t see because they are stuck in the bushes) came flying out of a third floor window as I walked by an apartment building with the dog.

I think I just witnessed a moment of Hollywood magic.

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