The van arrived in the village every Tuesday at 3pm.
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It should have been very nondescript but it's sheer unremarkablility made it somewhat remarkable. It was just a dirty, white, regular transit van - but it looked like someone had read about ordinary dirty white transit vans in a book and had tried very hard to nail the details. It bellowed mundanity; screamed banality.
Every Tuesday at 3pm a man would slough off the front seat, light a cigarette with excruciating nonchalance and lean on the bonnet of the van gazing painfully idly at the sky, finish and leave.
Today however, was different. Today, his lift arrived - from space.