motor on . . .

Your automobile needs gasoline to run, among other things.

Your conscious mind is aware of this fact.

Your conscious mind, however, is at war with itself.

"I'm too busy", you whine!

"There's a gas station at mile marker 22, not too far from here", you rationalize.

"Maybe it's just me, but I seem to be on a generally down-hill slope", you fib to yourself.

Sputter, splutter, putt-putt, harumphhhh.

"F _ _ K!"

"Damn the blasted luck", you lie to yourself once again . . . no luck involved here at all, nosiree.

You had every reason to know this would happen. You possess all requisite faculties to ensure that it didn't happen.

But it happened.

Oh well, at least it was a pleasant "downhill" walk to the gas station, right!?!