I warned her it had happened to me before. "Oh, I won't get stuck," she insisted. After about ten hilarious, sweaty minutes of two of us tugging on either side, the dress finally came off and our status as friends was confirmed (having not wandered off and pretended not to know her). The best part? There was no dressing room at that thrift store.
The second best part? That dude in the background that is pointing and oggling.