20 Bucks

So I'm at LAX sitting on a dirty little cement wall outside the international terminal a few days ago talking to a friend of mine on the phone. I go on and on for a bit while waiting for my friend to arrive then get off the phone when I run out of shit to say. I'm staring at the milling crowd of foreigners wondering where in the hell my friend is when I feel someone grab my wrist. I look over to my right and there is this little old asian woman with a hairy mole on her face smiling at me. In insanely broken english she asks me if she can use my phone. I had noticed her when I was on the phone earlier and thought that she looks a little lost and forlorn. I smiled and handed her my phone, but she needed me to dial the number for her. So I do that and hand her the phone and proceed to wait for her to finish. She starts talking to someone and then waves me closer and asks me to write down an address and hands me back my phone. The person on the other end gives me an address which I write down and I hand the phone back to her. At this point I begin to space out again only to be snapped out of it by someone touching my hand. I look down and the little old lady is trying to hand me some money. I was taken aback and shook my head in the negative telling her that it was okay. She wouldn't take no for an answer though. She folded the bill onto the bottom of my phone and I couldn't avoid taking it. Then she grabbed her bags and smiled and walked off to find a taxi. I walked away with a somewhat bemused expression accompanied by a mild sense of discomfort for taking 20 bucks for five minutes of help. I glanced behind me and she was smiling and waving. I waved back and walking into the terminal to look for my late friend.