I was going down an elevator with three or four women, all of whom were
strangers to me. At the first floor, I automatically stepped to one side
to let them all off. As the last one preceded me, she turned and said,
"When Women's Lib takes over, you'll get off first."
"Listen, lady," I said, smiling, "I'm a Woman's Lib-er myself. I want all
women to be free." "You do?" she said, rather astonished. "Yes," I said.
"I hate it when they charge."