I had to stop myself from treating either as proof of more.
“Barely,” I said. “The peas were organized.”
“I warned you.”
“You did.”
She asked about my shoulder and seemed genuinely relieved when I told her it had stopped hurting. I asked whether the shelf had been fixed. She pointed toward the next aisle and explained that the heavy cartons had been moved to a lower storage area after the supervisor reviewed how they had been stacked.
“Good,” I said.
“Very good. I prefer my shifts without overhead surprises.”
