"Good afternoon, how may I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Sally. I bought a beautiful gown here a few months ago...a vintage Victorian gown for my wedding this evening."

"Oh yes, yes...Miss Thompson?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Is there a problem with the wedding dress, dear?"

"Nothing that is your doing, ma'am. But...I am in need of a new wedding gown."

"New gown...for tonight?"

"Yes. I'm in a real bind. I will take anything you have in my size, anything at all. Size 8."

"May I ask what happened to your vintage gown? It was so lovely as I remember!"

"Was lovely, yes, and so very beautiful. My cat, appropriately named Catzilla, ate the hem and train. He died shortly thereafter."

"Oh my...cat ate your wedding dress...that is just the worst thing I have ever heard in my life!"

"It is the worst thing I have ever heard of too, and I am the bride-to-be! Anyway, can you help me?"

"Oh yes, you poor dear! I have the perfect dress! I will be right back."

"Thank you, ma'am, you are so kind."

"Here we go, a size 8 and it looks like maybe we won't need to hem it since you are so tall."

"Yes, I am blessed that way."

"Would you like to try it on?"

"How many do you have in my size?"

"Probably four total in the store."

"I'll buy all four to go. I will bring back the others when I make my selection at the church. My wedding is in one hour!"

"Charge them to your account?"

"Absolutely!"