I really like my new down-filled winter jacket except for the sticking front zipper. Last time it happened, I was in the middle of the Grand Hall of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Does the zipper get caught at the bottom where I could just step out of the jacket? Of course not. It gets caught at the very top. Trying not to panic, I began to tug on the zipper. It did not move. An old man sitting on a bench was watching me, clearly debating whether he should come to my rescue. “Nah, what the hell. It is kind of fun watching this woman struggle to get out of her jacket, just like John Candy in Trains, Planes and Automobiles”, he must have thought. With a mighty yank, I was finally free. Take that you old man!