answer: Katie drove over the mailbox and hit a tree. Katie's mom and dad argue about the reasons, and they find out the fault is mainly on Katie's dad because he put golf balls under the driver's seat and didn't repair the windshield wipers. Katie's mom persuades Katie's dad to lend Katie his new Jeep for going camping with Katie's friends. Katie's dad doesn't want to lend the new car to Katie at first but finally agrees.
documents: #Person1#: Honey. Do you know what time Katie will be home?
  #Person2#: Uh, she should be here any minute. She took the car to pick up something from the store.
  #Person1#: Okay, I was just a little worried that ... Man, what was that? Oh, no. The car! She drove over the mailbox and hit a tree in the front yard. Ah, the car!
  #Person2#: Well, just don't stand there blabbing all day. Let's go out and see if Katie's okay.
  #Person1#: Ah, my car.
  #Person2#: Honey, are you okay?
  #Person3#: Oh, mom. I'm so sorry. I can't believe this is happening.
  #Person1#: Oh, my car!
  #Person2#: Forget your car!
  #Person1#: Driving with the cell phone. I know.
  #Person3#: It wasn't that at all. Don't jump to conclusions.
  #Person1#: Oh, yeah.
  #Person3#: Dad ... uh, mom. It's not like that at all. I mean, as I was pulling into the driveway, something rolled from under the seat and got stuck under the brake pedal ... the gas pedal ... I, I don't know, and I couldn't stop the car. And then I accidentally hit the gas when I wanted to brake, and I hit the mailbox.
  #Person2#: Uh, I think I know what the problem was. Honey, did you put those golf balls away like I told you? The ones YOU put under the driver's seat ... the ones I told you would get in the way.
  #Person1#: Man, I thought I got those.
  #Person3#: Plus, Mom, the windshield wipers on the car didn't work, so I couldn't see very well in the rain.
  #Person2#: Didn't you get those fixed?
  #Person1#: Uh, I've been meaning to get those repaired.
  #Person3#: And mom. I was going to use the car this weekend to go camping with my friends, but now my plans are ruined. My friends are going to hate me. What am I going to do?
  #Person2#: Hon, yeah, what IS your daughter going to do? It appears that it's mainly your fault for the accident and that she's in such a jam.
  #Person1#: My fault? Hey, why don't you just invite your friends over for pizza? I'll buy.
  #Person3#: Mom, we've been planning this weekend for months. I need a car.
  #Person2#: Hon.
  #Person1#: What? I mean, man, what a predicament! That's tough.
  #Person2#: I think what your dad is trying to say is that you can take his new Jeep.
  #Person3#: Yeah, awesome.
  #Person1#: What?
  #Person3#: Yes!
  #Person1#: Wait, not my new Jeep. I don't even have 500 miles on it.
  #Person3#: Four-wheeling through the mud, over big rocks and in deep ruts in the road ... if there IS a road.
  #Person1#: Ah.
  #Person2#: You love your daughter, don't you?
  #Person1#: Ask me after she returns from the trip.
  #Person3#: Ah, Dad. I'm going to call my friends to let them know of the good news. Thanks, Dad, I knew I could count on you.
  #Person1#: Yeah, but make sure wrecking the car doesn't become a routine activity.
  #Person3#: Dad!