At one time she lived in Kentucky, and would repeatedly trip over the assortment of Budweiser and Old Milwaukee cans littering the wooded steps of the trailer, on her way to to the '72 pinto in the afternoon heading out to her job as as a waitress at a dive bar.
The bills don't pay themselves, and sometimes one has to work through the pain.
I would have slipped a dollar bill in the back of her thong.