I just came into work to get caught up. It's pretty late, but there are still some cars here, and I found a sweet spot close to the door, right next to a Honda Civic. As I stopped the car, I busied myself with disentangling my headphone cords, getting out of my seatbelt, and finding my wallet.
Oh yes, and lifting my leg up as I opened the door to release an enormous splattery "journey's-end" fart.
Did you know that the Pilot's seat is pretty much level with the window of a Honda Civic? And if, for example, a lady you didn't notice was sitting there in the car, waiting for her husband with the windows rolled down, the methane could theoretically be onto her tastebuds within 2 seconds? It's true.