My left hand was feeling around for the outside handle of the driver's side door, while I watched my right hand sliding closed the passenger door. My right hand got done first. The sliding door slid closed and the latch clicked, despite the fact that my left hand had wandered a bit far afield, and my left forefinger was at that moment in the space between the door and the jamb. M drove with dispatch to the local Emergency Room, where they gave me ice and X-rayed my finger, which was miraculously not broken. So far, anyway.
Emergency rooms are odd places.
Of course, Mr. Gore's weapon will have a trigger lock. And her Manifesto is eagerly awaited. The Van Eck Device . And of course the Throckmorton Device . OK, now the serious stuff.