“Look how big that man is,” Sarah said, tapping the brakes so we rolled slowly past.

“He looks like he could drag a fallen tree out of the mud with his bare hands.”

I watched him set a third pallet on the stack, his wide work boots planted firmly on the oil-stained concrete of the loading bay.

His arms were as thick as tree trunks and covered in red hair that caught the bright late-morning sun.

“David told me no decent people work at this store,” I said.