About a month ago, we got Miss KT a Saturn, because I wanted the truck back before my knee surgery so I'm not trapped at home. She loved the car, and life was beautiful...for about two weeks. Apparently a little red light came on on the dashboard, and instead of asking anyone about it, she just kept driving. She and Useless Boy took it in, got an oil change, and discovered there was NO OIL in there. I get a hysterical phone call, she brings it over, takes MY car, I call the guy I bought it from, he comes and gets it, does several different things to it, but it's beyond saving. Drive it till it dies. She comes over, we trade cars back, life goes on. This morning, she appears, all fired up because her car is making funny noises. I tell her to drive it till it dies. Then my mother gets into the act, comes by, fuss and bother, and then...it happens. Miss KT's car blows up while she's driving. She's crying hysterically, I tell her to call AAA and tow it home. Now I have a dead Saturn sitting out front, and I don't know what to do with it. We scraped to buy the dumb thing, I can't afford to have it fixed, but I can't leave it sitting for too long or I'll get a ticket or get it towed and I can't afford that either. I know she's a difficult child, but wouldn't you think she would at least ASK about the red light? Sigh...she probably thought, "Oh, look...how pretty!" I'm even too tired to be royally p'd off. Just got a message from her. To add insult to injury, she has to go pick up her new glasses, but she wants my mother to drive her, because she has my truck, and she wants to save gas. Hello? If you hadn't run the Saturn dry, you'd be saving LOTS of gas!!!