It was just after a rainstorm and two men were walking down the street behind a young woman who was holding her skirt rather high. After an argument as to the merits of the case, one of the men stepped forward and said: "Pardon, me, miss, but aren't you holding your skirt rather high?"
Haven't I a perfect right? she snapped.
You certainly have, Miss, and a peach of a left, he replied.