When I was young, my parents gave my sisters and I a code word that was to be used if ever someone we didn’t know, or in some cases did know, wanted us to go somewhere with him/her alone.
We were told to keep this word a secret. The only non-family member that I told was my best friend T. And she told me hers too. I remember both.
It was never used. And even though I’m almost 26, I’m not going to tell you it.
Because, from now on, any boy who wants to pick me up will have to give me the code word first.
Which they can get from my Mom.