A Bloody Tail

We are driving back from our Vacation in Colorado. We were supposed to go to Nevada, but Colorado was closer to Arizona considering we lived at the of tip our state. It started to rain. Hard. We decided to pull over at one of those half gas station half convenience stores to get some snacks and wait out the rain. We saw a soaking wet man in the corner of the gas station. He looked homeless. He has ragged cloths, a heavy coat that look years and years old. Black hands, yellow teeth. And what made it look obvious, was an old hat with holes in it. My mom, Clair, had a sad look on her face. I knew she felt bad for the man, but then I knew what would happen next. I was scared if I was right. My mother walked over to the corner where the man was standing. She spoke in a soft voice. " Would you like a ride sir?". The man had a soft voice, soft but broken. " Oh no, I wouldn't want to be any trouble ma'am, but thank you very much for the offer." Clair smiled, "Oh nonsense!"