You feel pretty stupid in general when your car dies at a busy intersection and you are wearing an apple green t-shirt repeatedly proclaiming "no more drama" in rainbow colors that look dusted with sugar glitter.

Because I was wearing my superhero boots, I willed the car to start and drive to a safer and more convenient place to stop.

It had gas. It wasn't overheating. It would start again, so it's not likely to be an alternator/battery issue...

Bleh!

But my lovely sister is letting me use her car which is the movie star version of my white neon.

Or my car is a ghetto version of hers. I'm not sure which. It's probably both.