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“Hold on,” he said. He stepped out onto the stool, bringing himself to the hearse’s window level. For the first time that night, he and a customer were face-to-face.

The ancient Cadillac with the couple in their eighties: window so low they had to reach up from inside. The woman’s hand trembled as she grabbed her milkshake. “They built these for trucks now,” she told Marcus. “In my day, you pulled up and looked a cashier in the eye.” drive thru window height

Marcus handed her the coffee. Their hands didn’t meet cleanly—she was reaching up, he was reaching down, and the geometry was all wrong. “Hold on,” he said