I had to ask my girlfriend for help in the bathroom a couple of weeks ago.  I
had put on jeans that morning, and had to use the bathroom in her sister's
house.  There's nothing to hold onto in there and I was afraid to try to lean
on the sink (or "zink," for those who might be from "Balmer") to get my pants
down.  I usually wear pants with elastic waists now, but every now and again
I still like to wear my jeans.  After my neighbor helped me get into the
inaccessible bathroom in HIS church though, I lost all capacity for
embarrassment about asking for help.

Betty

In a message dated 02/07/2001 1:41:35 PM Eastern Standard Time,
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> I do the same a lot of the time, Ken.  For the life of me I can't button my
>  right shirt sleeve, so I try to button it beforehand and then wriggle my
>  hand through.  Works ok until I get a sleeve that's too tight.  In that
case
>  I ask Laura to help.  If she's not available I'll wait 'til I get to work
>  and ask a friend.  I used to be embarassed, but I figured embarassment was
>  pointless.  If you ask the same people for help then they already
understand
>  the deal and don't make a whoop over it.
>