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)