Once upon a time:

Long time ago so memory is vague, I was jumpseating off line from somewhere to somewhere and whoever had the contols just flat pounded the mains through the pavement on touchdown. It was just one of those things; we have all done it.

There was some laughter and banter during the taxi in, of the "Take that, you runway" sort. When we got to the gate, I told the crew "I got this," and stood in the doorway in my uniform thanking the pax as they deplaned, taking the "credit" (and a couple of comments) for the landing.