A black sedan with chrome rims and a rust-red bumper cruises by. Its bass thumps the beat of a hip-hop song I don’t recognize. I’m at Bad to the Bone Auto Shop and Accessories on 34th Street S, interviewing for a story about chrome car accessories.
“Liz,” calls a voice from behind, “why are you doing a story about chrome?”
A man who seems to be in his 40s walks toward me. He has a wiry frame and mocha eyes. He works at the carwash connected to the shop and must have overheard me talking with his fellow employees.
“What do you mean?”
He looks me in the eyes. “Why are you writing this story?”
I don’t know how to respond.
He leads me to a patch of shade. Read more