Dear Woman who knocked on my window last night at Schnucks,

Please don't go car to car asking for money. I am willing to bet it's not going to work.
I am sorry you have to drive to Bloomington and you don't have any gas...but I have to ask, why did you drive to Peoria if you knew you were low on funds?
I'm broke too woman, and I for sure don't have any cash that I am just going to hand to you.
So  please, don't knock on my window anymore.
What if I were a serial killer?
The world is a scary place lady.
Better yet...what if you were a serial killer...? Good thing I was on the phone.

Love,
Kit.