Doors

Myself and two mates were heading home after seeing a gig in Muizenburg. One of the guys in the car had been on the front page of the newspaper that same day and had been on the radio a couple of days before. We were all joking that it was his chance to make it big now that he's been in the media so frequently. We started making up metaphors (and repeating old ones) for getting your break, catching the elevator going up, getting your foot in the door, getting your hand in the panties, through the threshold, you get the point. But. While we were carrying on like that, my mate, the subject of this playful ridicule and whom was driving, I notice he was looking at his door more than the road. Like really inspecting it. Shaking it.

I asked, "What you doing?" pointing to his door.
He says, "You said my door was open"