So I work cons, and I sell wigs sometimes. Usually when tweens ask for the price of wigs, they scoff and walk away. For reference my prices are almost identical to Epic, so anywhere from $30-60 ish. A lot of tweens show up to a con with $20 and forget they need to eat.
This one pair of girls keeps coming up and asking about wig prices. I tell them the price, they walk away. I'll call the main girl sweatshirt-chan, as the other eventually disappears. This means sweatshirt-chan keeps coming to the booth alone and petting the wigs, commenting to me about how cute they are. I make some small talk, but I figure she can't buy a wig, and so attend to other paying customers She disappears again and we start to close up. I start putting wigs away anywhere from an hour to thirty minutes before close because they can take some time.
About 15 minutes out from close sweatshirt-chan walks up with an older woman. Most all of the wigs are brushed, bagged, and thrown into their appropriate bin. She asks if we're closed and I say no, and pull back out a few wigs for her. I ask her which ones she liked, as she had touched almost every wig within reach, and she returns with, "What do you think would look good on me?"
Now, I don't say anything, but we are 15 minutes away from closing. I'm not in the mood to pull out every wig and figure out what she likes, because a lot of the time when someone asks that, they already know what they want and want me to reinforce their decision.
So I remember that she was fascinated with this rosy pink wig with two high pigtails, and I pull that out along with some other colors she says she likes. After displaying a few she settles on the rosy pink one, and the older lady offers to buy it.