If you see a coin stuck in your car door handle, you’d better call the police

Have you ever been walking toward your car and found a penny stuck in the door handle? It’s a strange and puzzling feeling.

Inquiries about whether this event is just a strange accident or has some kind of meaning have led many people to this

conclusion. This turns out to be a sneaky way for thieves to get into cars. Hold on tight, because it’s time to show you how to

beat those annoying car thieves with this clever trick. Hold on tight, because we’re about to learn how to do our own car

security! Smart car thieves put small coins in the door handles, and they usually pick the side that the passenger sits on. But

why is there a door button on the passenger side? So, here’s the deal: your key doesn’t work at all when you try to use it for the

central locking. Why? That seemingly harmless penny has become stuck in the passenger door,

making it impossible for you to properly secure your ride.a

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