I scurry to the Monte Carlo, noting that it looks like it could rain any minute. I am about to head to a very important meeting, and I really don't need to be late. I am dressed in a sweater-like beige turtleneck tank top, my black leather skirt, and my tan knee-high boots. At first, I just give it a few quick pumps and turn the key, but the Monte Carlo won't start. Then I build up to more aggressive pumping. I plead with the car to start, not to do this to me today. I note the strong smell of gas and the possibility I might have flooded it, but even when I turn the key for a brief period a fe... Show more