An old black guy caught me at a stoplight and asked me for a ride down the street.
Long story/short, it turned into a five mile ride into the hood at eleven thirty on a Saturday night and I ended up giving him two dollars as well because I can't tell people no (and because I didn't want to seem like a racist, ha ha).
Lesson learned. I haven't given anyone a lift in over ten years because it's almost always a hustle. It's dangerous, and once they're in your car you're at their mercy. Even though he was older, he still could've pulled a gun or a knife and I would've been furcked.
You should've seen my whiter than white ace driving back out of the hood, I ran two stop signs and went between two cars on the street with about 1/2 inch clearance because I didn't want to stop or turn around for anything.