I tapped the buttons on the screen.

My mind was still on that silver sedan pulling out of the church lot.

I keyed in the cash amount and turned on pump three instead of pump four.

The drawer popped open.

I gave the man his receipt and two one-dollar bills.

Ten minutes later, the man came back in and flung the door open.

The metal chimes hanging from the top hinge rattled hard against the glass.

“My pump isn’t working,” the man said.