I remember my aunt used to have a costume shop, with custom costumes she made. A couple of them were belly-dancer outfits. Once my cousin showed up in one of the outfits, at my high school during lunch, to sing happy-birthday to another cousin. It was hilarously embarassing for all my cousins who had that lunch period. (And myself, as a relative.)
Oh, believe me, she’s done here. It broke her heart, but I’ve already given her notice and she’s packing her bags to move to Australia. I can’t have all that negativity around me. Grrrrrrr.