HEY… guess what i finally bought fabric for…
the cashier of course asked what i was making, and i just said “a costume”.
she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “what kind of costume?”
“uhhh… a gross man, actually.”
“a gross man? like donald trump?”
“nooo not that gross. nothing is as gross.” we both shared a laugh. by this point i was sweating from embarrassment, but she still had to cut so many yards of fabric. i had no escape.
“so… what exactly is this… costume…?”
i gave in. i couldn’t take this questioning anymore, so i shoved out my phone to show this probably very normal and polite person a picture of ging fucking freecss. “uhh, this guy.”
“ohh? he’s not that gross.”
“gross in personality,” @rabbitsteaparty explained.
and then came the second dreaded question every cosplayer fears: “where are you going to wear this?”
by this point i was in the process of dying of dehydration because of all the sweat that’s left my body. “at… a convention… with other people… who will also be gross,” i ineloquently answered.
the cashier pleasantly nodded along. “oh, okay.” and a feeling of relief washed over my disgusting, shameful, sweaty body. she couldn’t possibly ask me any more questions about this horrid ging freecss cosplay.
then, a second cashier joined her at the counter. “oh, what are you making?”
i instantly descended to hell.