Once when I was in grade school I got the skin on my package caught in my pant zipper. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there whimpering. Then the class bully walked into the washroom and asked me why I was being a big baby and crying. I explained what was going on and he said - eeeeey you have to pull the zipper down then he left. The next day he started talking to me and we eventually became friends. Cheers!
I was on the sidewalk, a car passed me and pulled up to a stop sign just ahead of where I was going, I noticed the lady in the passenger seat unknowingly had her skirt caught in the door. I called out to her to let her know, pointing toward the bottom of the door. The windows were down, but the car was a bit ahead of me, so she didn’t hear what I had said. The driver pulled the car over to the curb so that they could find out what I was saying. I told her again, she thanked me, opened the door, freed her skirt, closed the door.
That’s how it started.
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