You look back at the zoo from the near safety of your car. You glance at the branch that belongs to a tree that was nearly your home. The idea of going back in there and getting your clothes seems foolhardy at best. You turn back to your car and shiver as the cool night air reminds you of your nudity. You cover yourself with your hands and ponder what to do. You can't get into your car with the keys, but your car is quite old, old enough to predate the security systems that most cars have these days. You look around for a rock or a brick, something to smash your car window. If you can get in, maybe you can hotwire your car and drive home. Your gaze lands on a crumbling and broken parking divider. You gently sneak over there, your feet occasionally stepping on sharp stones and loose gravel. You pick up a loose portion of the divider that seems big enough and carry it over to your car. You toss the thing against your passenger window, and dodge as the thing bounces off, nearly striking you in the process. Well you cracked it, and avoided cracking your own fool skull in, so you consider that a victory. You pick up the loose rock again and toss it again, this time at an angle. The sound of your car window shattering never sounded so satisfying.
You walk over to the car - gently stepping over broken glass as you do - and reach in to unlock the car door. You brush broken glass off the seat. Bad enough you have to try and explain this to a mechanic, you're not explaining to a doctor how you got glass shards stuck in your butt, or worse. Once your satisfied that the glass is mostly gone, you slide into the car and close the door behind you. You stare at your steering wheel. It suddenly occurs to you that you've no idea how to hotwire a car.