It seems like every parent gets their teenager their first car, not mine. My dad and I weren't on speaking terms at the time. My mom would said it was because we were poor, but I would say it's because she had a gambling addiction. She bought my brother, who is a year younger, his first car, but didn't get me one. Don't even get me started on how she has always helped the other two compared to me. Ugh.
I was working as a nanny when I got my first car. I got the job through a high school friend of mine. She was sleeping with the grandfather of the kids I was watching. He was in his late 40's. She was fired shortly after I was hired. I think I was hired to take her place.
After she was fired, he started hitting on me. He kept trying to get me to have sex with him. I refused. Among taking care of the kids, I also cooked lunch for the family each day. He would call me on my cell phone after lunch several times a week to tell me he had hidden $100 bills in the paper towel roll, a drawer, or in the cabinets. They had one or two video cameras set up in each room. He would often call me after I cleaned to tell me how good I would have looked if I was wearing a maid outfit. Better yet, I would look even better wearing no panties under said maid outfit.
He ended up giving me the money to buy the car in hopes of me changing my mind. It never worked. I ended up leaving because I was tired of his wife thinking I was sleeping with him and making my life a living hell.
Although it's not your average 'first car' story, it's my first car story.