I was driving along a deserted country road late at night. I was in high spirits because I had recently bought a nice country house at a reasonable price. The sky was cloudless and the Moon was full.
Suddenly I heard a strange noise in the engine, so I decided to stop and check what the matter was. Frankly speaking, I’m not much of a mechanic. I felt some parts of the engine, found nothing missing or broken and returned to my driver’s seat full of self-esteem.
After that I pressed the ignition, but the car wouldn’t start. I checked the oil and the brakes, stamped on the accelerator, pulled the gear lever, but nothing happened again. The car sniffed a couple of times, vibrated all over, but refused to move an inch.
It was a hopeless situation and only a miracle could help me. The ‘miracle’ turned out to be a long-bearded villager returning from a party who felt sorry for me and took me to his home. The car was left on the road of course.
As the mechanic explained to me later, if I hadn’t stopped the car then and kept on driving, nothing terrible would have happened. So, curiosity killed the cat…