You are my child, and I am collecting my things to go down to the Monte Carlo to warm it up. I tell you to finish getting ready and to come down to the car when you are done. You like watching my struggles with the car, so once I leave the house, you stand at the bedroom window to watch. After 5 minutes of trying, I get it started and start revving it some. I lean over and yell up at the house saying “Let’s go!” From your point of view, you walk down the stairs and towards the car, and it stalls before you reach the car. As you open the door, I tell you that it’s just cold and tends to stall on me. I crank the car without worrying too much since this is normal behavior, and I ask you if your friend is not going to come with us to get something to eat. He has decided to stay at the house, so it will be just the 2 of us. At one point, I realize your friend is at the window, looking down, and watching me. I am a little embarrassed because I don’t want to be that mom who embarrasses her child in front of his friends. At the 7:14 mark, I decide to take off my right sandal since it is bothering my foot. I do distracted cranking, sometimes take a sip of water; other times I check my phone briefly; I also talk to you about the car’s behavior occasionally. While I’m embarrassed, I know the car will start on its own time. I continue cranking the car barefoot until it finally starts. I move my things out of the passenger’s seat while revving it to clear it out; I tell you to get in, and we are on our way to get food.
Length: 10:13 @ 593 MB