To the person who has been trying to start their car non-stop for the past two hours:
Hey, I appreciate just as much as anyone the need to be mobile, and the need to not have ten billion things wrong with your car that will cost ten times more than the damn thing is worth to fix. But honestly, do you really think starting it over and over and over for two hours, pressing the gas constantly, doing god-knows-what to it in the process is going to make it start?
Normally, I wouldn’t be annoyed, but we are in that bittersweet period of weather that means we have all the doors and windows open which means that, even on the 6th floor, we hear every sound, smell every smell, and experience all the sweet, sweet life of the people that live around us. The malodorous whiff of cooking fish I can handle, even the screeching yells across balconies, but loud mechanical sounds I can’t. Especially loud mechanical sounds accompanied by pervasive gasoline odors. Hell, even the boys in the boondocks in
For the sake of my sanity, give it up, or pray harder. Hell, I’ll pray with you, if it will help make the noises stop.
EDIT, 5 minutes later: I'll be damned if the summabitch didn't just get the damn thing started! That is the power of blogging, my friends.