That's St. Baxojayz

I am Bax0jayz, and I will become a saint.

I recently went to dinner with a friend. As we left the restaurant we saw the two ladies who were sitting at the next table standing by a car in the lot. They had that panicked look that said that they were in trouble. Since the car's hood was open, it wasn't hard to figure out.

"Would you guys happen to have jumper cables?" one asked.

My friend Jeff said he did and started off towards his car. I walked over to ask for more information.

"Does it have any juice at all? Is it a stick? Does it turn over at all?" I queried.

"It starts, but won't stay running," the woman answered.

"Okay, it's not a battery issue then," I stated, with my brow furrowed. "No jumping can help that. Could you start it for me?"

She got in and started the car. It seemed to run just fine. I asked ehr to give it a little gas. She did so and it ran fine. I asked her to try giving it a little more gas. She did so and it ran fine. Finally I asked her to try the powerbrake -- putting the car in gear with one foot firmly on the brake and giving it some gas. The car wouldn't stall. The two ladies looked at me like I used some Jedi trick on their car.

"You'll be able to get home without a problem. You probably flooded the engine," I said.

"Thank you, sir!" she responded.

That's St. Baxojayz, my child, and you're welcome.