Melanie loaded a crate of peaches into her haggard Subaru “I don’t know if he identified as organic.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me. What does that even mean? Does he identify as a robot? Is he the newest iteration of Tesla tech?”

“Listen, I just tried to leave the Farmer’s market as quickly as I could after that.”

“Does he have a back up camera? Does that ass go ‘beep, beep’?” Sauvi said aggressively swishing her hand back and forth like a 1950’s school paddle. Melanie rolled her eyes and kept packing the other fruits into the trunk. They needed to hurry up otherwise Miranda would those stupid pastel sticky notes with friendly things like “Hope your clock didn’t break!” Smiley face included.

“Are you finished?” Sauvi stopped mid-swish and turned to Melanie.

“I’ll die before I’m finished,” she said before vigorously jumping back into it.