DJ walks into lame ordinary shoe store and find the girl making who made silly requests all night at the club.

DJ: Do you have soccer boots ?

Girl: No (looking stunned)

DJ: Why not, I really want soccer boots

Girl: Ehm… this is a womens shoe store, you know!

DJ: Yeah, but it is my friends birthday so I really want some soccer boots. Do you have any… Puma, Nike, Addidas… just something?

Girl: Errr, no. We don’t sell that stuff here.

DJ: Ok, you know what. If you sell me some soccer boots all my friends will come and buy some. I promise, everybody will think this is the shit.

Girl: HEY! We do NOT sell soccer boots!

DJ: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU COMMIN AROUND MY CLUB ASKING FOR RIHANNA WHEN WE OBVIOUSLY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT *facepalms her on the way out*