Coded wife language:
If she says I am on the shuttle, I am to pick her up.
If she says we are on the shuttle, I am to pick up her and friends.

Yesterday she said 'I'. So I show up in a two seater car with the look of 2 fake extra vestigial rear seats. I should have turned around and gotten the old car to accommodate an extra passenger, but no. After we exit the car to move a front seat forward, after 5 minutes we all helped squeeze the equivalent of a 200lb. tuna in the rear bucket seat meant for a 8 year old or small car seat. That was the easy part with gravity on our side. Complicated by a front seat belt the rear seat tuna , try as she might, could not gain leverage to exit the car since there is no internal handle. Being a lovely day her housemates gathered around as they say the emerging predicament. When she got down on one knee on the floor of the car things really went south as she got stuck half backwards. Her hands could not gain purchase due to her 4 bags she had tossed in the back. One leg pinned another and her muscles did not provide reverse leverage. There were muffled rips of unknown clothing. With a monumental burst of energy born of embarrassment   she twisted in such a way that the jaws of life were no longer needed. Leave it to GM to go down roads no one has gone before.