Sure.

“Umm, sure. What is her name, and who are you by the way?”

“Her name is Denise, and mine is Frank. Do you really think you can help?”

“Of course, why not right.” You say hitting him on the shoulder, “How bad can she be, right?” With a big grin you walk up to Denise, “Hey Denise, I was just talking to Frank and…”

“Who the fuck are you?” The abrupt way she interrupts you, and the look on her face pisses you off a bit, but you hold your temper.

“Hold on a second. Frank asked me to talk to you about taking tomorrow night off. He really wants to go out and try out his cool costume.”

She climbs off of her seat while you are talking and the second you end the sentence and take a breath she is right in your face, close enough to bite you, or kiss you, you think with a stupid grin, “Go fuck yourself you stupid fat fuck. If you want to go play princess dress up with my brother go right ahead I don't give a shit, but he is working tomorrow, I am taking the night off.”

Listening to her scream at you and call you names helps you remember why you came in here in the first place, to get a costume. You don't know these people and don't even remotely give a shit which one of them works tomorrow. With that in mind you decide to change tactics, backing off a little you hold up your hands in a motion of surrender and say, “Whoa, look, I don't even know your brother to be honest. I just need a costume and he said he had one he would let me wear if I talked you into letting him have the night off.”

The admission seems to catch her by surprise. After a second of silence she bursts out laughing. “Oh my god you silly fat fuck. The costume he was talking about is a princess Leia **** girl outfit he made for his little sissy fag friend. Ya it might fit you but you would be just wearing a metal bikini with some extra string to go around your big fat waist.” Still laughing she continues, “Look I don't know how to tell you this, but the only way you are going to pull off a sexy little slut is with black magic.” She pauses for a little while to let this sink in, or just because she is laughing so hard. Finally she says, “Oh ya, perfect. Everyone says there is some strange ghost or witch or something that is in the changing rooms in the store down there called, “Hot Rocks.” Why don't you go there and make a wish or something.”

You open your mouth to retaliate but considering your situation all you can manage is “Bitch.” With that said, you can't help but consider leaving.