There were a lot of things in his truck. Not in the seat next to him but behind him. He was ready with a toolbox and other things some for safety but others momentos from past jobs and his dad. Things his dad had in his truck he had in his. Like a tape measure and a headlamp. The headlamp wasn’t charged likely, and nor was his dads. But it didn’t matter.
These things were all jiggling in unison as he bounced up the road.
It was always strange what people kept in their cars. His dad, and this he’d never do, just kept old coffee cups. He’d make stacks in the back. Over and over again, he’d order the same cup and finish about the same time in his day. He couldn’t drink it right when he bought it but a few hours later he would. It was cold then tepid. He didnt understand why he’d ever do that. He always drank his coffee hot, usually in the cafe.
He was thinking about this and all the while driving past the diner. It didn’t call out to him like to Jack. But about five minutes later he realized what he’d seen. The only place open near the airport. Jack had to be there.
These things were all jiggling in unison as he bounced up the road.
It was always strange what people kept in their cars. His dad, and this he’d never do, just kept old coffee cups. He’d make stacks in the back. Over and over again, he’d order the same cup and finish about the same time in his day. He couldn’t drink it right when he bought it but a few hours later he would. It was cold then tepid. He didnt understand why he’d ever do that. He always drank his coffee hot, usually in the cafe.
He was thinking about this and all the while driving past the diner. It didn’t call out to him like to Jack. But about five minutes later he realized what he’d seen. The only place open near the airport. Jack had to be there.