I pushed it into the lock on the driver’s door and turned it.

The lock popped open.

I got into the cab and closed the door without slamming it.

The truck smelled of sawdust, damp cloth and stale coffee.

The driver’s seat was pushed way back to fit his height.

I lifted his heavy contractor clipboard off the passenger seat and set it on the dusty floor mat.

I leaned over the wide center console and pressed the glove box latch.

A pile of brown paper napkins, a silver tire gauge and a handful of loose drywall screws tumbled out.