A woman hurried to catch a city bus, only to realize—at the worst possible moment—that her skirt was a little too snug.

When the bus pulled up and the doors opened, she stepped forward confidently. But as she tried to lift her leg onto the first step, she discovered her tight skirt wasn’t cooperating.

Flashing an embarrassed smile at the driver, she reached behind her and tugged at the zipper, loosening it slightly to give herself a bit more room. She tried again.

No luck.

Still smiling politely, she adjusted the zipper a little more, certain that would solve the problem. She attempted the step once again.

Still stuck.

Now flustered and feeling every pair of eyes behind her, she made one final effort to loosen things up so she could climb aboard with dignity.

Just then, a tall, broad-shouldered Texan standing behind her gently lifted her by the waist and set her neatly onto the bus step.

She spun around, outraged. “Excuse me! How dare you touch me? I don’t even know you!”

The Texan tipped his hat slightly and replied in a calm drawl, “Well, ma’am, normally I’d agree with you… but after you unzipped my jeans three times, I figured we were on friendly terms.”