Firestarter

I pull up to the pump directly behind a galaxy gray Honda Civic identical to mine. It’s a fairly common combination of make and model and body paint, but sudden juxtapositions like this startle me. The driver of the other Civic is a clean-cut, swarthy little man. Roughly my age. Jeans, T-shirt. Brooklyn accent. “I like your clothes,” he says. “Excuse me?” […]