Racing through the parking garage, I find my car on the bottom level. I unlock it before throwing my bag over the seat and into the back. I put my key in the ignition and turn it, but nothing. I check the dash - no lights come on, so I try again, holding the ignition on, it whines loudly. “Come on, not now!” I say, smacking my dash and my car finally starts.
“She may be ugly, but she is reliable when I need her.” I shut my door before reversing out the side of my car, scraping the bollard. Whoops, I didn’t lie when I said I am a terrible driver.
I tear out of the parking garage and head for the highway only to realize I need gas, so I decide to pull over to the first gas station I see. I fill the tank; my poor car gets the shock of a lifetime having a full tank in it for once. I grab m
