Parking Lot

After my swim yesterday I drove to Price Rite to get greens for soup. In the parking lot I noticed a gaunt woman with protruding cheekbones and a gray pallor. She was with her teenage son. She has 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 entrance I noticed an unopened package of Price Rite brand hot dogs on the ground. I picked it up, 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. I said, Are these yours? She lowered the window and reached over. Oh yes, she said, God bless you!