In the firm grip of God's will

Yesturday Max and I were going to the library. So I asked Max, "Which car do you want to go in?" "The fast car," he said. So we climbed in, and I started it up, and it died on me. I started it up again but it sounded really bad, like one or more cylinders weren't working.

"Hmmm, maybe not." I said

So I told Max to get out while I poped the hood to take a look. I wiggled the injector wires and the spark plug wires. Determined to give it one more try, I climbed back in, and tried to turn it over. Nothing. Now I was getting no cylinders firing.

"Ok, we're taking the van."

So we went to the library in the van, took back our old movies, got some new ones and came home. After sending max in with the bag of loot, I decided to give the car one more try: it started right up.

Now what was that all about? I guess I'll never know.