I call it Stephen's principle (also, it is not the only thing I call by that name)

Fiction is not only stranger than truth, it is also more awesome. A demonstration: my father parked his car in the driveway with the driver's side door unlocked, but the other three doors locked.

Fictitious explanation
He did it on purpose. He envisions a scenario in which four drugged up psychopaths descend our long, pothole-ridden driveway, their speech betraying that they are up to no good. One of them opens the driver's side door and sits down, hotwiring the car so as to steal it. He instructs his comrades to get in. They bicker about who gets to ride shotgun. One of them tries the handle. The door is locked. They try to tell their friend in the driver's seat, but he doesn't hear them. They try the rear door. Also locked. Their compatriot on the other side of the car tries the other rear door. It's locked too! He informs the miscreant in the driver's seat, who nods and fumbles for the switch that unlocks all of the doors. In his drug-induced haze, he flips the wrong switch a few times, but after several seconds he succeeds. His three friends open the other doors to get in, but the trap has been sprung. My father's one-door-unlocked-with-all-of-the-others-locked ploy bought the time he needed to ready his arsenal. Just as the criminals are opening the doors to his car, he arrives on the scene, guns blazing.

True explanation
He had all four doors locked when he came home, but in opening the driver's side door from the inside so as to leave the car and enter the house automatically unlocked that one door. The other three doors simply remained locked.