I was close to tears at the going-away party the produce department held for me on my last day. We all agreed to meet at the eatery across the parking lot after the grocery store closed. I didn’t know what to expect, but was so happy to see Buzz and his husband in the crowd.
Ry was there, too. He gave me a present, something for which everyone had contributed, I was told. It was a glass plaque that read “Best Employee Ever.” I was deeply moved by the gesture and thanked them all.
Most people drank alcohol but I stuck to water and soda. It was midnight before the party broke up, with lots of hugs and covert feel-ups of my scrawny butt that I would have never expected.
I waved good night to the folks still hanging around—Buzz and his spouse long gone to relieve the babysitter—and headed t
