The Door is a Jar

The new car was unfamiliar to him. And now, it was talking! It kept chiming and repeating,
"The door is ajar, the door is ajar, the door is ajar..."
He looked at the car door. It was not a jar. There was nothing about the car door that even remotely resembled a jar. It did not look like a glass jar, it was not a cylinder. Yet the car kept repeating,
"The door is ajar, the door is ajar, the door is ajar..."
He was starting to become annoyed. He wasn't sure what to do. If he tried to drive it now, it would instead, drive him crazy. The car kept chiming and saying,
"The door is ajar, the door is ajar, the door is ajar..."
Finally, he disgustedly slammed the car door shut in frustration. And all at once, the car stopped talking...