Newfangled Options

I was touched with nostalgia yesterday after work. My co-worker, Sarah, had backed out of her parking space and began pulling forward to begin her trek south, as I pulled out of my space, I watched her muscling her steering wheel. She pulled forward while struggling with the wheel. As I pulled up beside her, she began backing up.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Power steering fluid," she said.

I recall many years ago my mother with the same look on her face driving one of our old cars. Of course, then the car didn't have power steering...