I need to leave the house for an appointment; it’s been a while since I started my cars.

I walk over to the Opala and take a moment to check my schedule on my phone while casually dangling my sandal from my foot.
I turn the key to start the car. nothing happens. Frustrated, I keep trying relentlessly, but it just won’t start. Exhausted, I give up on it, thankful that I have other cars to rely on.

I lock the Opala and head over to the Ford. This one seems like it wants to start, it sputters, catches for a moment, but then stalls.
The sandals I’m wearing start to fee...

I need to leave the house for an appointment; it’s been a while since I started my cars.

I walk over to the Opala and take a moment to check my schedule on my phone while casually dangling my sandal from my foot.
I turn the key to start the car. nothing happens. Frustrated, I keep trying relentlessly, but it just won’t start. Exhausted, I give up on it, thankful that I have other cars to rely on.

I lock the Opala and head over to the Ford. This one seems like it wants to start, it sputters, catches for a moment, but then stalls.
The sandals I’m wearing start to feel uncomfortable, so I change into another pair before trying again.

The Ford won’t start either, it feels like it’s flooded. I move on to the blue Beetle. My patience is wearing thin, but I’m still hopeful that this one will start for me.
I’m wrong. What’s the point of having so many cars if none of them work?

Finally, I head to the green Beetle, it’s my last hope. Will it start for me?