“Can I please have a ride?”
It’s a simple enough question.
But laced with barbed wire.
A huge favor to me
A way for me to work
But an inconvenience to you.
I don’t want a friendship based off of keeping score.
That’s a poisonous precedent
With implications that stretch vast
How can I make things right?
It feels like for every good thing I do to help
I can never climb out of the pit of debt
My fingers grasp the edge
But are promptly crunched by another favor.
Circumstance crushes my chances
Because I still need a ride the next day.