Daddy needs a new[er] car.
In the land of the decrepit hulks of dead cars, the man with the 11 year old Honda Civic with body damage and no A/C is king.
Somebody give Don a running sedan. He tends toward Chevy/GMC, but Gawd help him, he'd probably take something French or Yugoslavian, or even British, if it'd reliably get him from Point A to Point B.
I hasten to point out that Don and his wife are both hard-working, experienced schoolteachers with graduate educations and no addictions to expensive habits, but they aren't paid enough to keep a roof over their heads (and pianos) and keep their daily drivers rolling.
In entertainment news, I hear (against my will; I've got to listen to NPR more), that some idjit who goes by the questionable moniker of "K-Fed" is suing his slutty wife for a quarter million dollars a year alimony and child support. Because she's got it.
What in the hell is wrong with our priorities?