I have two painful door experiences from childhood that still haunt me. The first was getting my leg slammed in a car door. I got in and my friend decided to close the door for me. He liked slamming things around so this was just another opportunity he couldn’t pass up. The worst part is that it was a 1970′s station wagon. So it was a giant 6 foot wide door of evil that was flung at me. Amazingly my little chicken leg survived without breaking. A few years later another friend of mine slammed his kitchen door onto my thumb. Now that I think about it, that’s what I was getting even for when I put jalapeño juice in his root beer.