Last summer I managed to impress all the hordes of grockles in the public enclosure at Compton Abbas.
I think my C172 was the first arrival of the day, due to low cloud, and I had just parked ready to alight before all the admiring public. Somehow I managed to fall out of the door and landed flat on my back with my feet still in the cockpit.
Fortunately the grass was quite soft and the only damage was to my pride. The amusing speculation over coffee was about the possible witness statements if we crashed on the way home.