Thursday, February 12, 2009


This morning about 7:30 – there is knock at the door.
It is the young boy across the street.
He asks, “Does your daughter go to ** High school?”
Can I get a ride with her?
I start to smile – because this is funny.
The freshman boy wants to ride with the senior to school. Ok. No problem.
I run upstairs and warn my daughter not to walk down stairs not fully clothed. That the neighbor needs a ride and he is in the living room.

It is a little awkward and we make small talk.
His dad is in the AF.
My daughter comes down stairs chats with us for a few minutes and they get in the car and leave.

She called me later and said… now that was weird.
He talked about girls with big butts all the way to school…



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