Fate.

Okay, fate. Last week, you jammed the clip that holds the door to the gas cap. I gave in and took the car to the shop, so I wouldn't be on the road to Santa Fe and unable to pry it open.

Today, the day before I want to leave...you turn the engine light on.

What's going on here? Did I do something to piss you off? Do I have bad karma? Huh?