Medieval Europe

 Rock and Elizabeth Kimble watched through the snack-bar window as a theatre group practiced on UALR's grounds outside the campus student center. They saw perhaps twenty young men and women dressed in the burlap and leather of characters from medieval Europe. "Where would you put the over-under on the number of them who have had sex with each other?" Rock asked. Elizabeth smiled, shook her head in a pretense of disdain, and said, "Do you mean today?"

Ford Fairlane

 The bill would arrive soon for some rudimentary front-end work auto mechanics had performed for Rock, who imagined it would come to no more than two or three hundred dollars. One of the mechanics wiped his hands with a rag and told Rock his effort had been a snap. As the man spoke, Rock became aware for the first time the front of his car—a navy-blue 1968 Ford Fairlane—was crushed and buckled to within perhaps three feet of its windshield. He could not remember an accident, and it occurred instantly that he had been taken advantage of for these men to have done any work. This damage would cost far more than the car was worth.

On top of that

 This panicked Rock most. It was well past the paper's deadline, and his story was unsent. He wasn't even sure he had written it. On top of that, his blood glucose level was so low it caused him to stumble as he looked for his laptop and the notebook with his game notes. He fought against his walk's wobble as he staggered to his car at dawn, self-conscious and aware enough to fear embarrassment if a neighbor or neighbors were to witness his hypoglycemic struggle.