Ok...
So today my mother called Tommy and made him come START HER CAR at Stop and Shop. I went with him because rightfully I did come out of her and am technically therefore responsible for her behaviors, like it or not.
It was surreal. The steering wheel locked, so the starter column locked, or whatever the fuck. Even with my limited knowledge of cars i could have figured it out. The last time she went away to Newport for the weekend she called Tommy who was 20 miles from home to tell him she left the stove on. Its getting scary.
