What size would madam like?

My sister recently suffered an embarrassment so amusing, I feel compelled to share.

While window shopping for a new party frock, she decided to try on a smart little number in an upmarket boutique. Although the dress was a little on the tight side, she was able to get it on without any problems but, after peering at herself in the mirror and squinting at the price tag, she decided that it wasn't for her. So she took it off. Or tried to.

Having failed to get the dress off unaided, she persuaded the assistants to, well, assist, but they couldn't get it off either. They called the manager, who was also unable to peel the dress of my sister. Eventually, they gave up and decided that the only way they were going to separate my sister from the dress was with a pair of scissors. Yes. That's right. They had to cut it off her. Like in Casualty.

Fortunately, the shop were terribly decent about the whole thing and didn't try and charge my sis for the frock and my sister, suitably chastened, has decided that perhaps she might be a dress size larger than she originally thought...