“You cannot be serious!” She says in horror as he leans down offering his back to her.

He makes no effort to respond just stays in position waiting patiently.

“This is humiliating!” She cries as she climbs onto his back hooking her legs through his arms and holding on tight to his neck.

The man wades through the mud as the woman constantly looks down to make sure her shoes aren’t grazing the murky pool.

The sweltering sun shines down on them both causing her to sweat in a very unladylike fashion.

Tiny insects flutter around them as she attempts to swat them away with the back of her purse.

“Is it to be much farther?” She demands as the man rolls his eyes and continues to ignore her.

She lifts her hand to shield her eyes as she looks out to see nothing but mud leading all the way to the horizon.

“Oh will you get a move on! It’s going to take us a week.”

The man tired of listening to the woman moan and complain for the last hour decides to loosen his arms, feigning a stretch.

She screams as she slips and scrambles to remain on his back.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare!” She cries as he laughs and locks his arms back into place.

She huffs, but gives him no more grief as she lets him continue on.