The door creaked open as your girlfriend entered your room. She was holding a paper cup of soda in one hand and a small paper bag – probably with some snacks in the other. As she crossed the threshold, she suddenly stopped.

“Um… a little help?” she said, embarrassed.

You looked up and could barely hold back a laugh. Her hips and thick thighs barely fit through the doorway, but one small movement and… well, let’s just say the door frame wasn’t very cooperative.

“You’re not laughing now, are you?” she looked at you sullenly as she carefully tried to squeeze through.