A man comes and finds me in the afternoon. I am shuffling some carrots around. I am arranging them by length. The man is wearing a green uniform. I am wearing a purple uniform.
Do you work here, mate? the man asks me.
Yes, I say.
Got a delivery for you then, he says.
I follow him out the back, through the store room, into the yard.
In the yard is a lorry. Next to the lorry is a palate of crates. The crates all have the same word written on them.
Where do you want them? the man says.