Shift

"Today, I fix them. Tomorrow, I own them.", twenty-two year old Stan Granville said to himself, clocking in for his seven hours of gears and grime. His favorite minute was near the end, with nostrils full of pleasantly scented hand de-greaser, interlacing the goopy stuff thru his fingers before rinsing off the shift. Soon, Stan would be home, his aging Ford knew the way.