I see Homeless people

An acquaintance said to me, "See that car across the street? I think those people are living in that car. I think they are homeless." The car across the street has been there for about 3 weeks but she only lost her job 3 days ago. Now she sees.
Earlier that day some co-workers were saying the same thing about a couple in the neighborhood that has a station wagon parked close to our job. They thought this couple was possibly homeless becuase of the ton of stuff that filled the back seats. I added a few, "Oh ,really's" and one or 2, "What makes you say that?" I also added a story about an old woman I met in a Walgreen's parking lot recently who needed help getting a case of bottled water out of her cart and into her car. She refused my assistance but I hung around to make sure she could actually make the water to car transfer without killing herself. That's when I noticed the backseat of her early 90's peice of shit Ford Taurus. Damn. It was packed to the roof with bags on top of bags of old lady life. As she struggled with a 24-pack of Crystal Geyser, I wondered where her children were. Was she married? Did he die? How did her life story end up stuffed into the back of this crappy ass American made car?
She tried to gently coax me out of her world by saying, "That's sweet of you baby to stay around to help me but I got it. I can manage. You get yo self outta dis rain before you catch cold."
I couldn't move. I said, " Are you sure?"
She said, " Girl I do this ALL the time. I'll be alright."
Then she smiled. One of those smiles where the teeth, lips and lines around the mouth were partying but the eyes were not invited.
I didn't smile back. I just said okay and got into my car. My 2005 Toyota Matrix with the backseat containing a few books and my daughters basketball jersey.
My backseat haunts me lately cuz I know I'm really only one paycheck away from cramming my life back there. Good thing I got a hatchback.