I hate getting snow in the car.

Here's a recent one.

It's dark, snowy, winter night. I'm heading to a party. I know that Jeff will be there, so I'm all anxious. I pull into a parking space and get out of the car. The party is lame and I wander around for a while. I get a text message from Vince. He's sending me pictures of bottles of wine. I've decided to leave the party and am walking down the stairs, flipping through all these pictures that he keeps sending me. I get to my car and realize that I left the door open when I parked. Everything is covered in ice. My car is now filled with snow. Vince sends me another text with a picture. Irritated, I ask, "Why are you sending me pictures of wine?" "They're gifts!" "That's great. I have to get all the snow out of my car now. I'll talk to you later." I'm not sure how to get all the snow out of my car.