There's a great story from my friend Brent at IGT.
He owns a '76 Bronco... the body is beat to hell, but mechanically it's a beast. Anyway he's parked in a lot, just about to get out of the bronco when a big-ass '70's Cadilliac pulls in next to him.
Now, it's summer, so Brent's got the window down and he's looking right at the woman in the Caddy's passenger seat as she opens her door, tossing it right into Brent's door.
Brent says something to the effect of "what the fuck!?!"
She replies with a hugely condesending tone, "welcome to Nevada" as she gets out and starts to walk away.
So Brent litterally kicks his own door open (remember this Bronco is mostly primer and bondo) and embeds it in the woman's door, creasing the holy hell out of it, and replies "I'm a native." Then fires the truck up and blazes out of there.
The best part, according to Brent, is that the driver of the Caddy just say there the whole time shaking his head at the stupidity of his passenger, and never even moved from the driver's seat.