You're driving on a long trip across the whole country, trying to find yourself or something. After a long time of aimlessly driving you see what appears to be a female centaur in a suit desperately waving you down. She looks about 30, and has clear desperation etched on her face. She clops around the sidewalk trying to get anyone to so much as acknowledge her. Eventually she sees you, waving you down.

"Hey! Hey! Please, can you give me a ride? Please! I'm late!"