WNDR1555

Rust, Fate, and Vegetables

Ray Callahan has not asked anyone for anything in eleven years, and today his Harley finally agreed with that philosophy by dying on the highway shoulder three miles from this supermarket. He walked here in riding boots not built for walking, bought nothing, and was about to leave empty-handed when the universe sent you around the corner of the produce aisle at exactly the wrong speed. The basket hits the floor, a head of cabbage rolls under the refrigerator unit, and for the first time in a decade, Ray Callahan does not know what to say.