NOTES FROM A PIE RUNNER — CHAPTER FIFTEEN

JUICING PART TWO

So I was all set up to start juicing. I had the cartons of key limes to my left, the empty containers to my right. All I had to do was load the limes into the feeder and watch the cup I had put under the spout to make sure it didn’t get too full and overflow. Plus I had to keep an eye on any errant limes that slipped through into the tray and refeed those into the machine. And make sure that the tray didn’t get clogged with squeezed rinds that didn’t fall into the garbage, but landed in the tray instead. Oh, and make sure the garbage can underneath didn’t get too full of rinds. That’s all.

That’s a lot! I thought.

I got going at a pretty good pace, I thought. I was loading and scooping rinds and catching limes that snuck through the first time. I was filling the cups to near perfection every time, about 5/8” from the top. Snapping lids on them and putting in fresh cups. I was feeling good.

Then L. came in.

“Pie Runner, you are too slow. We have many limes to squeeze. KLS says they must all be done today!  Arriba, andale!”

Now, I don’t know if these Notes have made it clear, but I’m a fairly nervous guy, and definitely tend to fold like a Dimestore Johnny at a $50 table. So I was feeling the pressure, but also not going to let it get to me. So I started loading faster and faster, emptying the escaped rinds faster and faster, checking the garbage, emptying the garbage, replacing empty cup with full cup, loading, checking,  putting lids on full cups, refeeding, panicking, loading, checking, checking again, replacing, rechecking,  rechecking, rechecking, I couldn’t keep up! And then I heard voices. It was L. coming back! And she was with Sam and KLS! How was I going to explain all the limes that were still unjuiced? And the rinds that were clogging up the juice tray? I had to think quick. So I did what I think only Lucille Ball before me ever thought to do. I started shovelling the rinds into my pockets, down my pants, into my shoes. I threw as many limes as I could fit in my mouth, into my shirt. It was working! How would they possibly notice?

“Pie Runner!” I heard. It was Sam. She was dressed in a Lebron James Miami Heat jersey. L. stood behind her chuckling her evil chuckle.

“MMphhh?” I replied. It was very difficult to talk with all those limes in my mouth.

“What are you doing?!” she demanded.

“Wmmph, I mmphh nrph strmmph–“ I tried to smile, but it was a very obviously too green of a smile.

KLS leaned and whispered in Sam’s ear.

“KLS says it’s not rocket science. It’s not a conveyor belt. You control the speed of things. If you can’t deal with that many limes at once, don’t put so many in at a time.”

I spit the limes into my apron.

“But L. said—“

KLS leaned and whispered in Sam’s ear.

“KLS says just go to lunch.”

I left for my milk crate, ashamed.  As I walked away I could hear L.

“Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…”

I opened my lunch bag. I wasn’t that hungry, because I think I had inadvertently swallowed a few limes. I put my pickle pimento loaf  and Velveeta sandwich aside, as well as the bag of Cheetos I had chosen from my Snack Pak that morning. On the bottom, though, was a treat I had totally forgotten I’d packed. There’s a nice man named Elijah in the neighborhood who likes to bake for people, and last night he had given me some of what he calls “My Very Special Brownies.” That sounded exactly like something that would hit the spot, give me a little sugar energy boost to get through the afternoon’s juicing. So I had two for lunch then got up ready to go back to work. And what an afternoon of work that turned out to be…

To be continued…

1 comment to NOTES FROM A PIE RUNNER — CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  • miguel

    You obviously didn’t read the warning label on the brownies….you know, NO DRIVING, NO OPERATING HEAVY MACHINERY OR JUICING MACHINES, NO MIXING WITH ALCOHOL, NOT IF YOU HAVE HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE,CORNS,INGROWN TOE NAILS, OR JIMMYLEG, etc.

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