Maybe she was from DC?

Tales from the Cutting Counter: I was putting a bolt of fabric back on the shelf today, and saw a customer at the end of the aisle. She was about my age, short, dressed in a purple velour jacket and pants, and had dyed-black long hair pulled back with a sparkly, glittery purple doo-dad. Her makeup was bold and perfectly applied. As I approached her, I smiled and said, "Hi!" She looked at me, sighed, shook her head slowly and said, "Don't I wish."