A little five-year-old girl was usually driven to school every morning by her Grandad.

It had become part of their daily routine.

Grandad would pick her up, buckle her in, start the car, and head off through the morning traffic.

The little girl loved the rides.

She also listened very carefully to everything Grandad said.

One morning, however, Grandad woke up with a terrible cold.

He was coughing, sneezing, and barely had enough energy to get out of bed.

So Grandmother offered to drive the little girl to school instead.

The journey was calm.

Grandmother drove carefully, stopped at the lights, let people merge, and even smiled politely when another driver cut in front of her.

The little girl sat quietly in the back, looking out the window.

That evening, when her parents asked about her day, she suddenly announced,

“The ride to school with Granny was very different.”

Her parents looked at each other.

“Different how?”

The little girl thought for a moment.

They expected her to mention that Granny drove slower.

Or that she took a different route.

Or maybe that she played different music.

Instead, the little girl answered very seriously:

“Well, Gran and I didn’t see a single tosser, blind bastard, foreign prick or wanker on the whole journey.”