I was at a daytime party, and finally met the identical brother of someone with whom I was already acquainted. Had an interesting conversation with both, then we three decided to guide ourselves on a tour of our hostess' home. Upon discovering a rather spacious closet, we stepped inside, and the edgier of the boys closed the door, while wearing a cheeky grin.
I grew characteristically nervous and giddy. It was getting a little hot in there. So, to cut the tension, I blurted in a manner not unseen in Diane Keaton, "Now I know how the Fonz felt."
Don't worry, nothing happened.