Reader, here's a funny story. Way back, my friend and I often joked about how I got into a car. She slides in with sass and class, while I totally desecrate the rules of etiquette My approach begins with half my upper body and one foot going in before the other foot, and the rest of my body follows. It's a laughable sight, but growing up where I did, it was a survival skill. And honestly... How I got in doesn't really matter. As long as I get through the door, we'll both arrive at our...