So the old white car has been in the shop since December - and we've finally gotten it registered and insured, and the eldest has been driving it for a few days.

She begs me to fill it, since the tank is below 1/4 - and out of the kindness of my heart and accompanied by a stern lecture of telling her she needs to pay for her own fuel, I take it to the gas station.

Locking gas cap.

No key.

LOVELY.