Stopped at a gas station today with my wife and daughter. After getting gas, I'm open my door when I'm flagged down by a woman at the pump opposite and diagonal from me. She looks to be in her late seventies/early eighties. I walk over, and she is having problems pumping gas into her Jag because she hasn't pulled forward far enough. The hose is stretched to it's full length, but is just long enough to be able to reach the tank. She says she's having trouble getting the gas to pump, and asks if I can help. I say to myself, "Self, WWSLBD?" After dismissing making reservations for the orgy at our community pool, and diving off the back of her trunk head-first into the asphalt, I tell her "no problem," and take over pumping her gas.
As I begin pumping the gas, the woman takes a step toward me, and is now well within the uncomfortable zone. I then feel her hand resting on my back, and slowly sliding downward, all as she is staring intently directly at my face. (Keep in mind that this is no more than 10 feet from where my wife and child are waiting in the car for me). So her hand is firmly on my ### as I finish pumping the gas. I remove the nozzle from the tank (not a euphemism), and try to replace it, but she is still standing in my way, staring at me. She takes the nozzle with one hand (still not a euphemism) and grasps my wrist with the other, and pulls both into her 80-something year old chest, forcing the back of my hand into her 80-something year old boobies. She's still staring at me intently, but finally lets me go, thanking me all the while. As I tell her "no problem," and begin walking away, the last thing she says is "Have a wonderful Mother's Day with your wife!"
This is what happens when WWSLBD goes wrong.