The pitch

As I was in the supermarket parking lot putting my groceries in my car trunk this afternoon, I was approached by a woman. "Can I take a minute of your time?" she asked.

"You can talk," I said.

"Thank you," she said. "I was at the welfare office on Lankershim...no, wait, not Lankershim. What's the name of that street? Uh, uh, uh...uh...oh, it was (name of street I didn't recognize and don't remember now), I don't know if I'm pronouncing that right. They said they couldn't help me until Friday -- "

Now, at this point, I was finished putting the groceries in the trunk, so I interrupted her and said, "I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Okay, God bless you," she said, and wandered off elsewhere in the parking lot.