I am off to a barbeque with some friends for the 4th of July. I am dressed in a nice, blue tank top, white Capris, white flip flops, and my toenails are painted in a patriotic theme. I get into the Monte Carlo and put my billfold aside, reaching over to turn the key and start the car, but it doesn't start. I don't think much of it, so I turn the key again and give it a little gas. That doesn't work, so I give it a good bit more gas as I turn the key, bouncing in the seat while doing so. I do a lot of nice talking to it, like, “Come on baby, start for step-momma!” in a light-mannered tone. I re... Show more