Tonight I was supposed to drive to WestHillsSuburb to buy a guitar pedal that I found online. When the time came, however, my car balked.

It started, died after about three seconds, and then wouldn’t start up again.

I went back inside and looked in the repair manual, then went out and looked at the engine. Everything looked normal, but I didn’t hear the little humming noise that usually happens every time you turn the key. I kept trying to start the car, but it was all for naught.

Grrrr. I decided to let the engine sit for a while and see if maybe it was just flooded or something. I hung out and listened to the news and caught up on all the blogs that I haven’t had time to read lately. I also e-mailed the guy who was selling the pedal to tell him my car wasn’t starting, and that it looked like I was gonna be stuck at home for the night.

After about half an hour, in the interest of empirical research, I decided to try to start the car again. It started right up like the little champ that it is. I love it and simultaneously hate it when stuff like that happens.

Okay, okay. . .I get it; I’m not supposed to buy that guitar pedal.