Twenty minutes later, I was back at work, this time manning the pineapple peeling machine for customers who wanted the fruit without the tough outer skin.
Darlene left early so Ry could get more of a handle on doing things on his own. I personally didn’t think he’d have any problems. From what I’d seen so far, he was fair and courteous toward everyone, and firm where necessary. I wondered if he’d stay here long or move on in a year or two. He seemed the type who could make it into senior management without a sweat.
Right before it was time for me to go off shift, a customer approached and cleared his throat to get my attention from where I was bent over a box of avocadoes. “Excuse me,” a deep voice said.
I straightened and said, “How can I help you, sir?” before gaping in shock. “Roger
