Guaranteed to make me cry

Only one part of my single life is guaranteed to make me cry - my car breaking down. If anything (and I do mean anything, I bawled all the way home the day my driver's side power window malfunctioned) goes wrong with my car, I lose it. Needless to say, when I had problems starting my car last night it put me on edge. Fortunately, it started fine this morning but tomorrow afternoon it's going to the car doctors at Firestone. If I'm lucky they'll figure out what's wrong, the car won't actually break down, and I'll be saved a crying jag. Most issues affecting a single, adult woman I can handle with poise but the car is just beyond me. When a Superwoman loses control, she cries. Wonder what Superman does?