Ok, by now you should be familiar with the talkative lady I occassionally encounter in the office restroom. This morning I was washing up at the sink when she rushes in and says, "Thank goodness there's somebody else in here!" I'm too stunned to move and frantically wondering why she's glad I'm in there. She continues, "I couldn't get the zipper all the way up on my dress - Could you help?" <carrie cringes> "Sure," I say. And so I help her. And then I exit stage left as quickly as possible. Disturbing.