M drops me off at work yesterday. I step out of the car, close the door, move to open the rear passenger door in order to grab my stuff. The door is locked; the locking mechanism has been tetchy lately.

I move to reopen the front passenger door. The door is locked.

M tries to unlock the front passenger door. The door remains locked.

I insert my key in the lock in the front passenger door, turn it, try to open the door. Which remains locked.

I beat gloved fists against the window in impotent fury. M laughs.

The door finally opens. I stick my head inside the car and growl to M:

So. Very. Angry!

M laughs louder.

Actually, we always have more fun than we should during the commute to work.