I don't know if it's already been mentioned, but yesterday I had a situation:
I made a very rare trip to the valley, directed to Hwy 99 by maps. Somehow I knew I should have stuck with backroads. I suddenly found myself in grid-lock just 2 miles from my exit. And maps adjusted to say I had an hour and a half - WTF?
There was a hedge and a fence between 99 and a frontage road, and we weren't moving. I kept looking at that fence, and started thinking "I'm pretty sure I've got a pair of fencing pliers in my toolbox." After maybe 20 minutes I got out and checked, sure enough there were my pliers and gloves. I contemplated. Finally I couldn't take it. I picked a spot where the hedge was trimmed pretty low, got out and assessed the situation - "Yep, I'm doing this." I cut the fence. The posts were pretty close together and I could only angle, so I reefed on a post but couldn't get it out, so I bent that f'er over and jumped up and down on it. Back in the truck I threw her in 4x, and I was f'n out of there! Some guy in an SUV was right behind me, giving me the thumbs up. I don't know if he realized what he had to clear to get through, but I wasn't sticking around. I made my get-away. I didn't notice anybody with their phone filming, so hopefully I'm in the clear.
So... good idea to have some fencing pliers in the truck.

Turns out there was a big-rig wreck with fatality, and 99 was closed for hours. I would have been still sitting there all through the afternoon. F-that! You can take a boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy!