It started early in the morning, when I was dropping off a friend at the mall. Weird unwarranted acceleration, the car would just jump forward, even at the parking gear. "What the fuck is wrong with this machine now?", I said to myself. "It had snowed a bit last night, so could some of that white stuff have sneaked into the engine and caused this problem? I don't know." I didn't know.

I stopped. This 'burning of the brakes' hit the cavity of my nose. "Why today God, Why today? Why today when I am supposed to pickup Grace at Newark Intl. after she's spent her spring break with her parents while I rot at the home. Is this how you propose my stupid little spring break culminate? Huh?"

Scarily I turn on the ignition, planning to take it to the workshop. Nothing, it's working fine now. Dropped it off at the mechanic, when said he'd "take a look at it, but it could be anything".

Prayed. Hoped. Really wanted whatever was wrong to be fixed in time, so can go pick her up without any problem. I mean she leaves for five days and even my car breaks down. What's wrong with me?

Three hours later - and 3 hours before I plan to leave for the airport - I call 'em up and ask to see if it's done and what was wrong. "Nothing's wrong" the mechanic said, "but I did find your mat stuck onto the accelerator."