Little Stalky Gets Things Stuck in the Car Door

In another walking-home-from-work adventure, I yesterday got rescued from the rain by a colleague who was out and about in her car.  This happens on a fairly regular basis and I've received lifts from a number of different people when travelling both to and from work.  I would like to state that I have never accepted a lift from a stranger.  Yesterday was a bit of a miserable day and though not really cold it was dark and drizzly.  I was actually offered a lift home on the back of a motorbike - with helmet and everything - but I could picture Bear Z in my mind going no, don't do it.  Don't you dare get on the back of that bike.  So I didn't.  I'd gotten about halfway home, listening to Dr Kermode on my i-pod, when I heard a toot.  Or the car variety.  You have to be wary when approaching tooters as although often it is a work colleague stopping to offer a lift, it can sometimes be a random man who thinks tooting is appropriate.  Never approach the random man.  Just frown upon them until they go away.  In this case it was in fact a colleague who came to rescue me from the drizzle.  Now it's always a bit of a kerfuffle getting into a vehicle when you're kitted out in walking gear.  Especially when you add a brolly into the mix.  I have to unclip my rucksack and remove it from my shoulders, pull out my head phones - so as not to be impolite - stow the i-pod in my pocket and put the brolly under my arm.  Not as easy as it sounds.  Especially when you're as clumsy as I am.  I tend to rush myself too and do things too quickly.  Yesterday I managed two things.  One:  I trapped one headphone from the i-pod  in the door of the car.  Two:  I trapped a handful of hair in the door of the car. Fantastic.  And you'd think I'd just quickly open and shut the door and fix this situation but I didn't actually realise the situation until the situation was underway and the car was in motion.  I realised my error when I went to tuck away the i-pod but the headphone refused to budge.  I realised my second error when I tried to turn my head and felt a tug at my hair.  I cringed.  A bit of hair and a bit of headphone were hanging out the passenger side door.  Bouncing along in the wind.  Enjoying a fair smattering of rain.  Probably looking stupid.  And I guess a sensible person would have mentioned this.  Asked the driver if they wouldn't mind stopping so that the situation could be attended to.  But I just felt really stupid.  And I decided that I would feel even stupider if I actually had to admit my stupidity.  Which is stupid in itself because it was less stupidity and more clumsiness that caused the stupid situation.  Instead I decided to hold my ground.  We were less than a minute from home so I could hold out.  I just hoped that my colleague hadn't noticed the bit of hair or the bit of headphone that was stuck in the door.  I had to keep very still and prepare myself for the bends.  Move with the car, not away from it.  Otherwise things were likely to get painful.  I'm sure I didn't look that stupid.  I should have made mention of my neck, which is actually much better now but would have made for a great excuse with regards to sitting very still.  When the car pulled up outside my house I opened the door at lighting speed just to try and disguise my error.  I hope I didn't look rude or like I was trying to escape.  I said thank you, gathered my things and then scurried away to the safety of the flat.  I don't think too much damage has been done.  The headphone was intact.  My hair was intact.  It's just my dignity that's taken a bit of a bashing.  But what's new.