While you're waiting for Andy -
On the 2nd or 3rd date, still in the "trying hard to impress her" phase, I took her to a very nice Italian restaurant. After a full, multiple course meal, we were ready to leave. I walked her to my car, opened the car door for her, seated her and closed the door. I was about to blow up, having held the gas from the heavy meal until I was under severe pressure. As I walked around the back of the car, right beside the license plate, I let it fly. Blew sand in both shoes. What a relief. When I opened my door and got in she was lying across the front seat in hysterics. When she could, she told me that I had shut the tail of her coat in her door. So, she opened it to get her coat out . . . just as I was at the back of the car! She got the full effect of the blast. All she said was . . . "Do ya feel better?"