Taxi

I was waiting outside our home.
In my car.
Younger Boy came opening door.

YB : Taxi

I : Taxi?

YB : Yes, you're a Taxi Driver.

I : O.K. Where to, Little Sir?

YB : You know.

I ; I don't know.

YB : To X Primary.

I : You meant X Primary Prison?

YB : No. X Primary School.

I : Alright. Have you got money?

YB : Yes. Of course.

( 2 minutes later)

I : Little Sir, we've arrived.
£2 please.

YB : Well, wait a minute.
(Opening door, got off & ran)
I'm not paying!!

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