Everybody Needs A Ride Sometimes

She hitchhikes back and forth, from the Wal-Mart to the grocery store everyday. It is not so far; just a few miles.
It is easier for her to ask for money when only one person is looking at her, when she is able to look at them and know they hear.
She tells the woman she has a child, just a child. Her baby boy; he is so big now. He just started Kindergarten.
And she has to be out here. Because she has to feed her child. She just needs the ride to the grocery store.
She has been looking for work. In the mornings.
But she has a child she has to feed.
God, she hates to beg, but she has no choice. She cannot bring anything home to her child unless she does. A child needs to eat.
The woman gets to be the hero.
If she wants to.
If she needs to.
She tells the man she has a child, a child waiting for her at the other store. Just a young child and she is late.
She puts the worry in her voice. She has lost her wallet.
A few dollars to get us the rest of the way home?
The man can save the day.
If he wants to.
If he needs to.
Sometimes she tells them truth.
If she wants to.
If she needs to.