Me when I cracked… “This isn’t even the most dangerous decision you’ve made this week. Place an order for thigh highs and let’s see if we can aquire skirt without it being delivered to the house and without having to interact with a teller in a way they’ll realize what I’m buying. If we’re still alive by friday we’ll go rollerskating in said outfit”
I see no downside. If the 40s call I’ll tell them we had a black POTUS and legalized gay marrige and watch their brain leak out their ears (if you don’t see the liquid within 15 seconds, strike the cranium with a tire iron to unstick the ear canals)