I am walking to the Monte Carlo, wearing my new black dress and my black knee-high boots. I am talking to my boyfriend on the phone, who won't tell me where we're going tonight. I get in the car and turn it over once, but it doesn't start. I end the conversation, turn the key again, and pump the gas a few times. I try several times, but I'm not too concerned about it as it does give me trouble from time to time. After about a minute with it still not starting, I start to get a tad annoyed. That annoyance turns into desperation, so I really pump the gas, bouncing up and down in the seat, while ... Show more