Ya bloody wimps. I have manfully hurled my children into the back of our peoplecarrier via the boot hatch. They scurry to their seats and sit quietly awaiting strapping in (which for the record I do from the driver's seat (I have arms like Mr Tickle) and I then pack the shopping into the car and drive out having sensibly reversed in so I can get out despite Mr Twat parking a foot too far out of his space opposite so I have crap visibility.
And I have a fat arse, yet I can still generally get into my car and if I can't I sit on the bonnet of the offending car till it's owner returns, bouncing gently and spilling various items of my shopping across the windscreen (honey is fun).