Car

In my old car … busy street … curb lane … windows rolled down … waiting for the light to change … she walked right toward me. Maybe thirty or so, she looked like she was on hard times. She leaned in the passenger window, “Hey, can you give me a ride?” I wasn’t born yesterday. I said to her, “I don’t believe I can.” There were two little packs of crackers on the passenger seat … my lunch for later. She said, “Can I maybe have one of them?” That changed my perspective. I handed her both of them. She said thanks and was gone.