Their faces can look so forlorn. Maybe the man's car broke down or he ran out of gas. So I don't pick up anybody. I blaze right on by, with a stony face. Business man, student, a girl, no matter.
Villains come in all shapes and sizes.
I go right on by. So the other day when my foot slammed on the brakes and I pulled to the side I was as surprised as anybody. I was on Rt. 52 and had just passed through a light. I saw him.