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I posted this elsewhere a few years back
I was wallpapering in a very respectable 'born again' home a couple of years back. Having spliced a bit above a doorframe, I descended from the steps as usual. Unfortunately, I was using steps which belonged to the people of the house and as anyone who uses a stepladder on a daily basis will tell you, that can be a dangerous thing.
The slight differential in height caused me to step for the ground too early and with hands full, I fell towards the door. Wearing a pair of jeans with a button fly, somehow the door handle managed to slip inside the fly and press tight against the ever so slight overhang of my stomach.
Because of the angle of the fall and the 'jamming' of the handle, I was just about suspended with the tips of my toes barely touching the ground. I couldn't move sideways and the pressure on the buttons was too great to release them.
Having abandoned what I had in my hands and mindful that the woman of the house was in the next room, I had to grab the top of the door and hoist myself up whilst at the same time wriggle sideways.
As soon as I did this, the door began to swing to and fro and to an eyewitness, I'm sure it looked like I was trying to have sex with the door. Thank goodness it was a solid door and frame ot the whole shooting match would have been on top of me.
Upshot was, I extricated myself with all the grace of a horse opening a bag of crisps seconds before the householder appeared.
Lucky to be alive? You don't know the owner of the house nor the exorcism he would have employed should he have caught me riding his door.
Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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