Yesterday morning I drove over to my friends house to pick him up for work. I pulled into the driveway and out of the door comes a running his 9 year old daughter Mariah, she pulls open the back door and breathlessly says.
"Sorry I am running a bit late this morning." Then she looks at me and her eyes get really big as I say
"Good morning Mariah, where am I taking you this morning."
She gives me that mortified look, says nothing as she climbs out of the car, slams the door emphatically and runs back into the house. Moments later, her father Charles comes walking out of the house oblivious to the recent encounter. I asked him if Mariah was okay, he asked why? I told him and we laughed most of the way to work.
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