Walking through the mall I spot an amazing dress in the window. It would be perfect for that date Saturday night. Quickly popping into the shop, I locate the dress and head to the dressing room.
Slipping out of my jeans and sneakers, I pull the gauzy pale green material over my head. Smiling as I look in the mirror, I reach behind me to pull the zipper up. Twisting and turning, bouncing off the walls of the dressing room, trying to find the zippers end.
A voice from the other side says, "Are you ok in there?"
At first, frozen in shock and then collapsing into a fit of giggles...I tell him that I am just fine. After a few more minutes of tangling my limbs to reach the damn zipper, I wrench open the door to find the sales clerk. Startled by the man standing in front of my door, I blink, mouth gaping open.
"After all the noise you were making, I thought I would stand by in case you needed help. Do you need help?"
Mumbling under my breath about pushy salespeople, I answer yes...I cant quite reach the zipper, turning I point to the offending metal tab.