I’m not sure why this memory came to me this morning. Maybe it was because my car didn’t start this morning on my way to work, and we had to jump it off. So I guess I was thinking of all the times my car didn’t start. My mind went all the way back to the first time it wouldn’t start. I was 16, and my sister’s boyfriend had set me up on a date with this gal named Donna. I was really excited, this was my first date with my driver’s license. Kenny had fixed me up with a really beautiful girl who was older than me. I was ready to take her to the movies when she said she rather go driving around, so I said sure, we drove around in circles until she finally said why don’t we go somewhere we can talk, I was like “Sure, where would you like to go?”. She said the baseball field. When we drove up, I said there’s no game tonight, all the lights are off. She said “I know”. I pulled over somewhere in the parking lot of the baseball field, which was at least 5 miles from town. I turned the car off. Then it was attack of Donna. I mean that literally. It was getting hot, so I turned the ignition on to start some air. I’m not sure how long we were there with the air on, but when it was time to go, the car wouldn’t start because I had burnt the battery up leaving the air on and not cranking the car. Donna was in a panic, but Donna was also a track star because we sprinted back to the movie theatre which was about 5 miles away. That girl sure could run fast. I felt so stupid, she had to get a ride from one of her girlfriends and I had to call my dad to pick me up and take me to the baseball field to jump start the car. He looked at me and said, What were you doing way out here, there wasn’t a game tonight.