I have to go to work and decided to take the Opala. It’s been sitting in the garage for a few weeks, but the last time I used it, it was running perfectly fine.

When I try to start it, there’s no response at all—could it be that it doesn’t like my shoes? I keep trying, it sputters, and after a few minutes, it starts up, but something feels off.

I think it enjoys seeing me suffer, or maybe it likes being stepped on, because it stalls at every corner I stop. There was a moment when I thought it wouldn’t start again.

I was desperate because people on the street were ...

I have to go to work and decided to take the Opala. It’s been sitting in the garage for a few weeks, but the last time I used it, it was running perfectly fine.

When I try to start it, there’s no response at all—could it be that it doesn’t like my shoes? I keep trying, it sputters, and after a few minutes, it starts up, but something feels off.

I think it enjoys seeing me suffer, or maybe it likes being stepped on, because it stalls at every corner I stop. There was a moment when I thought it wouldn’t start again.

I was desperate because people on the street were staring and walking toward me. When I finally reach my destination, I park and decide to teach the car a lesson with some good hard revs. It stalls a few more times, so I take off my flip-flops and press the pedals barefoot.

After pumping the pedals so much, my feet got tired, and the tight flip-flops left marks on them. Now, I really need a good foot massage.