The following is a (mostly) true story:

In 1981, when this happened, I was walking to school (yes, I’m older than you) when a woman ran out of her house, down the driveway, stopped, and screamed at me “The President can’t open the car door!”

I was not impressed, had no idea how I could help the President open the car door, even if I wanted to, which I did not. So, I kept walking. Years later, upon reflection, I decided that was the correct response.