Tales From The Fruit Cart, A Communication

My sister is a writer for a progressive-minded company which provides fruit daily for its employees. Each employee gets a chance twice a year to push and deliver the fruit to the various floors. (If any food gets peddled in my office, it's usually leftover bagels or seafood salad sandwiches.) Here is an account of my sister's first experience pushing the fruit cart herself.

Jan. 7:
Also, I have to do the fruit cart today which makes me nervous because I don't know how to do it and I don't want to talk to every person in the Rockville office. Grump, grump, grump.

me, later...Did you push the fruit cart? how'd it go?

Liz, later still...The fruit cart is in T-minus 2 hours and counting. I'll let you know how it goes. Holly warned me that the people on the fourth floor are greedy so I have to keep them in line and should do the 11th floor first. People are only suppose to take one serving. They better not try and steal fruit from me or else I'll tell them what for! (does that sound fierce?)

me, again, later...Liz--how did the fruit cart go??

Liz, finally...! So far it has been the highlight of my day. It was fun to take a break and push the fruit around. Everyone was so happy to see me (or the fruit). I only crashed once, which I thought was pretty good considering the cart wanted to go every way I didn't want it to go. I snagged an Asian pear off it before they were all gone -- which they were quickly. People who didn't want fruit came running (literally) when they saw the smokey brown, round pears. The people on the fourth floor were crazy. They kept coming back over and over and over again for more and more fruit. One guy said they were getting it for the night crew, but I am skeptical. Also, another guy asked me who I worked for and when I told him he said, oh. They burn through people real quick in that group. Hmmm. True, true, true.
Me: This is the funniest thing I have seen in a long time!
Liz: Oh well, I left out the part where I couldn't lift the basket of bananas because they were too heavy and too full, so I had to ask for help and when I did I blushed like I haven't blushed in a long time. I don't even know why! All of a sudden I felt so embarrassed. But I managed the grapefruits, oranges and apples on my own. I also ended up in the elevator with the fruit cart and two of the company's partners. Real big-wigs. And the wheel of the cart got stuck in the crevice of the elevator and one of them had to help me push it out.

Stay tuned for updates from the fruit cart!