the final step 

Pam and I were dancing at our favorite dance studio. I was doing a middling-complicated pattern when I flubbed the last couple of steps.

Pam said “You didn’t do the final step.”

I said “I got my feet mixed up.”

Pam looked blankly at me for a moment then comprehension dawned across her face. “I didn’t mean that. You didn’t close your zipper.”

Oh.

 

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