Be Smart and Never, Ever “Q”

It is painful indeed when you are ready to start a Monday and your car isn’t. Today, my car wouldn’t start; well, in truth, it did at first but then it died. I did all I knew how to do too: I turned the key repeatedly, I blew on the engine, I slid my finger along its edges—these practices worked better with Nintendo, but it is tough to shed the ways of one’s youth.

And in a single moment I decided I would not call for a ride or steal a bike. I decided I would parkour to work. Recently I watche...