Wrong Kind Of Ride

(My parents are taking me to the airport so I can fly back to college at the end of my spring break. We’re running a bit late.)

Mom: “Don’t worry about missing your flight. I’m sure there’s someone driving down there this weekend!”

Dad: “We can just put an ad on Craigslist. 19-year-old blonde female needs a ride to Las Cruces…”

Me: “Because that doesn’t say prostitute!”