The old man behind a wooden counter greeted him as he strode inside. Glad to have your company. It was shiny, almost sparkling, and blasting as though it had been made yesterday. It had bubbling bulbs on either side, dramatic chrome work, and excellent artistic touches inside the dome. A perfect replica of a bygone era.
Every person comes in has to look at that thing.
It's the latest to come along and folks just can't understand how it works. Tom remembered why he was here in the first place. They's always askin' that same question, can't never understand that there's only one person can tell 'em. Tom began to sense that eerie feeling he'd had with the trucker. Tom repeated absently, growing more uncomfortable by the second.