After leaving a formal get together, I find that my car will not start. Guess I had better call Triple A. When the guy arrives, I show him that the car is not starting and he offers me assistance to finally get it to crank up. As I pump and pump in my silver heels and long, blue, elegant dress, the engine turns over and over until it finally tries to come to life. Maybe I flooded it initially and did not even know it. I'm just thankful that there was someone to come to my rescue and help me to get back home.