Some years ago I was commuting into London on an over ground train, I thought I was smartly dressed in a mid length white silk pleated skirt, camisole and navy jacket. This was before automatic doors so the carriage had a door you opened with a handle.
I was sat by the door through a number of stops , finally arriving into London Fenchurch Street.
As customary on a commute, no one ever looked at anyone else let alone talked to them. And as also was the norm, everyone started to stand up before the train came to a stop as it came into the platform for the fight to get off the train quickly.
I stood up..... but sadly my skirt not only stayed where it was - trapped in the door by the hem- but being silk it then slithered right off and pooled round my ankles. So I was stood there, in a carriage full of commuters in my knickers.
It was one of those occasions where I might have carried it off if my jacket had been longer . I promptly sat down and tried somehow to pull it up but then realised that I couldn't open the door to free my skirt because it was on the track side.
In the end , I had to wait for everyone to get off , step out of the skirt, get my nail scissors and hack it free from the door before hurriedly redressing and getting off the train.
No-one in that whole carriage said a thing !