Car Troubles

So recently my car has been acting funny.  Not in the starting comedy plays on broadway and getting me mad money for being an actor/car combination the likes of which the world has never seen.((Herbie and Lightning McQueen wouldn't have anything on my car if she decided to start acting.  Nothing.))  It's been more of a "turn the radio up" kind of funny.  Which is arguably, not funny.

But stick with me, what kind of person could assume their car is having a problem when all you can hear is Ke$ha yelling "This place about to blo-o-o-o-owwww."  Followed by Britney Spears saying, "There’s A Countdown Waiting For Me To Erupt."  Listen, I don't believe in signs.  Ask the officer who ticketed me for running one that said "stop."  Also, since I did relatively poorly in algebra and basic math classes the fact that my car seems to be getting 29mpg vs it's regular 33mpg doesn't bother me at all!  I always knew sleeping through math class in high school would work out.  By ignoring this potential car problem it's saving me an infinite amount of time and money, which I could otherwise be spending in a useful proactive way.  Hah!

So you may be wondering what I plan on doing about my car.  But I'm not wondering. I'll just keep driving it until it explodes.  But that never happens.  Cars don't just burst into flames in parking lots.  Right?  That's not a thing?  Pizza Hut parking lots are completely devoid of flaming vehicles?  Anyways I'm not worried.  Not even a little.  Not a teensy weensy bit of worry in me.