A young woman was working alone at a small town convenience store. A man came in with a broken arm and both hands bandaged and headed to the restroom. After a few munutes, the woman heard, "Ma'am? Ma'am?" She walked back to the restroom, knocked on the door, and asked the man if he was ok.
"Yes, but -- this is very embarrassing -- I can't get my pants up."
The woman wasn't sure if he was some kind of pervert, but, at the same time, felt a little sorry for him. "Well, what do you want ME to do?"
"Could you help me?"
The woman looked back at the front of the store, wondering what to do and worrying if a customer would come in and see her in the restroom if she dared to help the man.
She slowly opened the door and peeked in. The man was standing there, underwear up (thank God!), with his pants down around his ankles. "Could you help me?" He pleaded.
The woman stepped over to him, pulled up his pants, fastened them and his belt. And he was on his way.
Did she do the right thing? What would you have done?