Sign Here, Please
By Feral Sephrian
Dustin checked the time on his cell phone and compared it to the clock in the receiving area. The clock was four minutes fast, as usual, but even so, the delivery guy was late. “Late” was a relative term for Dustin and the rest of the overnight crew. The grocery store closed at eleven every night, and it was only after the last of the customers had left that the night staff could move the pallets into the aisles to distribute the products. However, the products were supposed to be in the receiving area by then, yet here it was, five after eleven, and still nothing.
Moira, Dustin’s co-supervisor, tapped her foot and sighed. “I know they said they were sending a new guy, but this is ridiculous. We’ll be stocking shelves until an hour after opening if he
