As the bus pulled up, Angie realized she was going to have a difficult time getting on. Her dress was too tight for her to step up, her hands were full of packages, and the line of people behind her did not seem to be in a charitable mood.
She realized that the best thing to do was to try to loosen her dress so, with great effort, she stretched her hand behind her and pulled the zipper down halfway. When that didn’t seem to help, she pulled it down the rest of the way.
Just then the bus pulled up and, still unable to ascend, she was both shocked and offended when a man, dressed in one of those fleece jackets, standing behind her picked her up and put her on the bus.
Turning, she growled, “What right did you have to touch me?”
The man climbed on and said, “Well, after you pulled my fly down I kind of figured we were good friends.”
