This certainly happens everyday, doesn't it? This fine picture has all the classic elements of an Art Frahm underwear vs. gravity battle: public humiliation, hand in the crotch, a uniformed working man in close proximity, the open fallen purse (consult Freud for the actual meaning of that one), and, of course, celery.
It lacks the dog, which is a frequent embellishment. But it has a brilliant invention worthy of the Northern European Renaissance: a mirror that adds an ironic twist. Note how Frahm places the mirror and the driver's eyes so that the driver is simultaneously able to look at the maiden's crotch and breasts. Brilliant!