I’m driving down the street, hightailing it out of the laundromat parking lot before somebody finds out I jacked a washing machine in order to do a load without paying, when a human body suddenly jumps over the hood of my car.

“Shit!” I exclaim, slamming hard on the brakes. I pop open the door and go to ask the person if they’re okay. But they’re already approaching me quickly, their loud voice incoherent until the ringing in my ears dies down.