I dropped my car keys on the floor and had to dig around under the seat to find them.

The metal was coated in dust.

At two in the afternoon, the gas station smelled of bleach.

I stood behind the register in my blue uniform polo.

The line of customers ran all the way back to the cooler doors.

A man set two sports drinks and a twenty-dollar bill on the counter.

“Pump four,” the man said.

“Put whatever’s left on the pump.”