After my swim yesterday I drove to Price Rite to get greens for soup. I noticed a gaunt woman with protruding cheekbones and a gray pallor in the parking lot. She was with her teenage son. She had that extreme Woonsocket poverty look, I thought to myself. Her son seemed dejected too. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie. As I approached the store I noticed an unopened package of Price Rite brand hot dogs on the ground. I turned around and walked back into the parking lot. I asked a woman near her car, are these yours? No, I just got here. Then I looked for the woman and her son. They were seated in their small beat up car, just about to drive away when I knocked on the passenger side window. The woman in the driver's seat visibly jumped an inch in fear. I said, Are these yours? Oh yes, God bless you!