Way to small bikini bottoms. No top.

Emmy's eyes go wide as she sees what her new "uniform" is.

"You can't be serious." She says. She closes the bag and opens it again hoping that somehow she maybe missed the top but nope. Everything is there. Just the way too small bikini bottoms.

"Emmy hurry up." Mr. Kyle's calls from outside the door. "Your shift starts soon and we already have a line up of customers at the door."

"I need a minute." Emmy calls back to Mr. Kyle's.

"You don't have a minute. What's wrong?" Mr. Kyle's asks.

"There's only bikini bottoms here and I can't get them over my ass." She says as she struggles to pull them up hearing a loud tearing noise in the process.

"They'll have to do we open in 5 minutes." Mr. Kyle's opens the door to look to see the problem.