Here's an excerpt from Barbara Johnson's book I'm So Glad You Told Me What I Didn't Wanna Hear (pp.178-179)
This is a true story that a friend of the author told her about another couple:
The husband and wife were both late for work on a Monday morning and were frantically hurrying to get dressed when the zipper on the back of the wife's dress got hopelessly stuck. She struggled to free it, but the dress was one of those slim, fitted styles, and try as she might, she just couldn't get a good enough grip on the zipper to work it loose.
She asked her husband to help, and with an exasperated sigh, he hurried over to her, grabbed the zipper, gave it a mighty yank--and broke the tab off! The woman was livid. "You broke it?" she cried, squirming around to see her back in the mirror. "This is my favorite dress, and you've broken the zipper!"
Unfortunately, as the man tried to help her with the zipper his wife squirmed and turned frantically, trying to get out of the dress, and the poor man got tickled. That didn't help matters one bit! Finally the wife gave up, jerked open a dresser drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors, and pointed them at him with a glacier-forming stare.
The husband thought at first she might be planning to attack him with the weapon, but instead she barked at him, "You'll have to cut me out of it."
He quickly snipped away the dress and the wife rushed to find something else to wear, then the two of them headed off to work in opposite directions, both in a state of frustration.
The wife was still fuming when she returned home that evening and found his car parked in the garage with a pair of familiar-looking, denim-clad legs sticking out from beneath it. When she thought of her ruined dress, she momentarily considered kicking those long legs that protruded from under the car. Then a better idea came to her. She bent down, grabbed the tab of his trousers zipper, and roughly zipped it up and down half a dozen times.
She secretly enjoyed hearing him bang his head on the car's axle and cry out in alarm as he reacted in shocked terror. Smiling with satisfaction, she went on into the house...and was ASTONISHED to see her husband standing in the kitchen, cooking supper.
"What are you doing in HERE?" she croaked.
"I'm cooking your favorite dinner. I thought it would be a good way to apologize," he said sweetly.
"Wh-wh-who is that out there in the garage under your car?" she managed to stutter.
"Oh, that's our new neighbor. He came over to help me work on the transmission."