Park Bench
Yesterday my wife wanted to go see some art exhibit downtown, I went with her, but my knee is killing me so I just waited outside on a park bench with a coffee. Across the sidewalk from me was another identical bench, slatted. Two young women came and sat on it, one in a denim skirt, both were in the rebellious costume of the day, colored hair, bald on one side, piercings, tats, you get it, we all go through that stage.
I'm not going to say I got a massive thrill, because the girl could have been hurt, but the one in skirt had a key ring chained to her belt, they both stood up her keyring had fallen between the slats of the bench, she came up, her keyring, belt and skirt didn't and she went sprawling over the bench. I ran over to assist, her friend was frozen, fortunately all that she hurt was her pride from having her skirt ripped off, I unclipped her keys from her belt and she was able to get her skirt back up.
It was worth noting that her pink and blue unicorn undies were not as rebellious as she was.
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