I am trying to get to work in my long skirt, fishnets, and silver sparkle pumps. Naturally, the old Chevy is going to give me a hard time, so I am already frustrated at the thought. I get in and begin pumping the gas, and before you know it, I am so frustrated I am stomping the gas pedal through the floor with my heels. Between the sound of the cranky engine, squeaky pedal, and my heel slamming the floor, I am sure that even the neighbors know of my frustration.