He looked at me, surprised for a moment. It's a little impolite to get personal during a fast business transaction. High school teenager, if you're out there, I'm sorry for that.
Then there was an explosion outside. My car had burst open, and millions of locusts and butterflies flew out from the shattered hull. Was it the awesome pressure of the emerging insects that had shattered my car?
Anyway, that's my hitch-hiking story. What's yours?