Earlier this evening, right before I was about to was Padfoot and go home, I told Deborah I could give her a ride to her friend Sarah's. Apparently she had been waiting for someone to take her for awhile, and she didn't want to walk. It's a fairly short distance, so it wouldn't have been terrible. She's walked there many a time before. So I tell her after I wash Padfoot, I can take her on my way home. She doesn't want to wait, and gets a little frustrated.

She walks out of the room and is like, "FINE, I'M LEAVING!"
I ask, "Are you walking?"

And she says, ever so surely and confidently, "No, I'M getting a RIDE"

Maybe you had to be there, but it was really fricking hilarious.