I am going to tell you a story that as far as I know is known to only four people.
And you may laugh.

When I first bought the bike, I had a real mental block on getting onto the saddle. The nose would get caught on my shorts and it would throw me (still happens, but not as often). My first ride, I was standing on part of the trail in my cheap shorts and borrowed jersey, all frustrated because I could.not. get. on. the. bike. I said to DBF "I think my seat's too high." He fiddled with it for a bit (I was still straddling the bike), then he told me to get on the bike and go. I got on the bike with no problems, and off we went.

In the car on the way back from the trail, DBF turned to me and said "Do you want to know what I did to your seatpost?" I looked at him confusedly. He grinned and said "Nothing." I didn't know whether I wanted to collapse in a heap laughing or smack him.