<human>: It was a cold winter's night in Georgia, I was upstairs in my room playing video games while it began to rain outside. My father comes into my room and asked me if I had locked my car door (I never did at the time). I say no and he tells me I need to start locking my car door.

I wake up the next morning that the rain from last night turned into snow and ice, very picturesque. A little while later I get a call from my sister to go pick her up from her friend's house where she had spent the night. So I head out to my truck and try to open the door.

Door doesn't budge.

I look at my door and see that the rain from last night has coated my entire truck in a layer of ice. Thinking I am smart and can just melt the ice away, I go and grab a kitchen knife and a bucket of hot water from the sink and proceed to spend the next hour chiseling and soaking away the ice, periodically checking to see if the car door will open. It didn't.

After a while, my sister calls again wondering if I drove into the lake or something. I tell her I will be there shortly. Now I begin to agressively poor water on the rubber between the crack in the door, thinking the ice must have frozen the rubber to the metal.

Another 30 minutes later, I have all but given up hope. Before going inside to call my sister,I reach into my pocket and hit the button to lock my truck door, thinking at least no one will be able to break into it with it frozen shut. My truck then beeps, letting me know it was already locked... wait what? So I hit the unlock button and pull on the handle. What little bit of ice was left on the door fell away to the ground and I could now get into my car. 

Apparently, my father had taken my truck's spare key and locked my truck the night before, not telling me. My sister laughed at me when I came to pick her up a few minutes later.

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<bot>: I spent little over an hour trying to thaw my car door when all I needed to do was push unlock it to get in my truck.