Cast and All

Over a hundred years ago I would be the guy who would dutifully help a lady into a carriage. It's second nature. So, Without pause I would open the door of my vehicle for a girl --and in this case said girl has a broken wrist, and said vehicle is my father's big hondo truck, filling in for my crippled bimmer. However, as this guy right here is rounding the truck with a smile of content on his mug, the driver's side door flings open with the loveliest site lunged across the console, supporting herself on her cast, laughing with an outstretched arm. That goes down in the book of über cool.