So while it is unclear whether I am bp, the idiocy is clearly mine.

This morning, I finally took the car to the dealership for the fuse issue. I was giiven a loaner car with no real key. The technician started the car for me. I drove off and parked the car at work in the underground garage.

I had my therapy appointment midday.

The car would not start. I pressed on the button, it would light up saying ON or OPEN or something along the lines, but the engine would not start. I myself have a 1996 car with a real physical key. I have never operated one of the newer cars.

I tried calling the dealership, but there was no reception in the underground garage.

I left the garage and found a spot with reception. I talked to a guy named Brian from the dealership. Brian told me to press on the brakes before turning ON. That was so intuitive. Plus, when I was trying to start the engine, the dashboard showed BRAKES in flashing lights. The dashboard was trying to tell me something.

With all this happening, I was so late to therapy that she rescheduled for tomorrow.

I immediately gave up on the idea of buying vibrators for solo sex. I just cannot operate modern machinery.