Adventurers plops, ripe for the grabbing

You live in a world where everyone is biologically incapable of lying. On an entirely unrelated note, your younger brother is suddenly incredibly rich and successful, and you have no idea how he got to that point.

Petting your cat/dog manipulates time. Towards the nose goes backward, towards the tail goes forward.

You work drive-in at a fast food restaurant. Instead of a driveway, your window is built next to a length of asphalt with a portal on either end. Your customers are from other planets/dimensions and arrive and leave through these portals.

Some people are superhuman. So are you, but every 24 hours you acquire a different superhuman ability and lose your current one. It's never the same one twice, and as far as you can tell, there's never been any kind of limit.