I remember 40+ years ago as a new transplant to North Idaho, one day I decided I would take the car to the carwash and clean off all the gunk that had accumulated on the car over the winter so far. That was a great idea until I tried to open the door. The darn thing wouldn't open.
I knew enough to not try to rip the door open, as the weatherseal would probably stay either with the door or the body of the car. So, I just gently tried to pull it open then relaxed then gently pull it, etc.
Eventually, the door did open and I was able to get in and drive away. And here I was, always trying to not let my California show.
Well, it was a learning experience, and I never did that hairbrained thing again. I was thankful for two things. One, it was a rather quick cure. Two, nobody I knew saw my struggles (and stupidity).
John (Bigsmoke)