Really, I Never Have Time For Crap Like This

Originally I was going to write a rant about the horrible, horrible, horrible spring and summer-weight clothes that appear for women each year. (Hint: Not everyone likes pastels and completely un-ironic girly-girly stuff.)

However, on my way home from shopping the car had trouble starting. And then it turned itself off (well, technically, I believe that the engine stopped running and the car, itself, was still on, as the radio kept going) at an intersection. Fortunately it restarted and allowed me to come home.

I feel like I should bring it in to be looked at, as this is not the first time that it has decided to cause me to doubt its reliability.