I waited for her to grab the rope, but she was still pouting.
Is she a few screws loose or what?
"Please hold onto the rope," I requested softly.
Her expression softened, and she held the rope with both hands.
Seeing that she was ready, I braced my leg against the well and pulled hard.
"WHAT THE HELL!" The rope didn't budge…at all!
That was shocking.
I looked down to see, and she was still waiting. The bucket was still floating on the water; nothing was stuck, so why couldn't I pull?
It might be something stuck, so I tried again.
Forget pulling; it didn't even move.
I looked down again. "Lady, are your legs stuck somewhere?"
She raised one leg to show and then the other.
Although it was dark, I could see that her legs weren't stuck.
What the hell is going on?
This time I bent down and looked inside the well, grabbing the rope so I could see where it might be stuck.