The one (retired psychiatrist) resident who I work with a lot at my one resthome job was telling me the other week that years ago a friend of his had a 'high school prom'-themed birthday party for some big even-numbered birthday of his like forty or fifty or something, and everyone agreed that he had to go as the prom queen.
So, his wife helped him with the costume, and arranged to have a dress made. But, since he's big, she had to go to the department store downtown, and order fabric from the curtains department.
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