'Yes, uh, welcome to Ol' Regional Mall...', he'd mumble, 'How can I help?'

'See, uh, me and a bud of mine were wondering if you guys still had that thrift store open?'

'Uhm, hold on.'

He'd walk over to a coworker, trying not to throw up. His guts stung like bees, and his head pounded.

'Is t-the thrift open?'

'Yeah.'

He'd limp over to the phone, before sighing as his medicine kicked in.

'Yes, why do you ask...?'

'A friend of mine, you know her... The one that dresses like a medieval peasant? Yeah, I convinced her to get a better outfit. She heard from her friend that the store has suits cheap.'

'You'd have to check in for the suits, I think. But yeah, we should. Is that all?'

'Yeah. Thanks.'

'See ya.'

He'd hang the phone up and sit down, clutching his head and holding back tears. His stomach felt better, but his migraine only worsened.

'...I need a break.'