Is it me?

Sometimes I think it must be me.

I get into Betty Beetle. The seatbelt seems trapped. I try to open the door to release the belt but the door won't budge. Nothing I do will make the door open.

I sit patiently until a good-looking man walks past. I quickly wind down the window and say, in my most helpless female voice, 'I'm stuck in my car. Could you open the door for me, please?'

He pulls the handle and the door opens immediately. 'O-o-o-o-h! It wouldn't open for me honestly!'

The good-looking man opens the passenger door and gets in. I realise it's Husband.

I start driving while he struggles with his seat belt. I'm just speeding up (i.e. doing 20 mph) when the glove compartment flies open of its own accord. Simultaneously Husband's seat belt comes free.

Tell me, really, is it me?