Back in 1990 or so, my youngest daughter Vanessa was going shopping at the mall with her Aunt Dee. When they got in the car Vanessa’s door didn’t close all the way. Being a Chrysler New Yorker, the car started saying over and over “you door is ajar.” Being the precocious young girl she was Vanessa promptly said, “This is a real stupid car,” Aunt Dee asked her what she meant and she replied, “Everyone knows that a door is a door and a jar is a jar.”
