"Don't give me that face, Skinny." Karen's hand went to her hip. "You asked for my help, that's all I'm trying to do. I don't have to, you know. I have plenty of other things I could be doing right now. Like yelling at that sales woman about the way she's been looking at my ankles."
Honestly. Some people. You reached out to them, did a good deed, and they made faces.
"Just go put it on. It'll fit you perfectly. Trust me. I sit at a desk and watch some man work with fabric all day. I'm a pro."
And really, even when fall down drunk, Karen was always dressed very nicely.