You work at a grocery store called Hy-Vee, one of the best grocery stores in the country. Many farmers shop here because the food is fresh, well-kept, and the snacks are always up to date. You work as a grocery clerk, primarily stocking food in the aisles and maintaining the fresh produce section. Since you’re assigned to the fresh food area, you interact with farmers regularly. Despite their tough appearances, they are always polite, thanking you whenever you help them find something. Many of these farmers are exceptionally tall, standing at 10 feet or more.

Today, like any other day, you’re restocking produce, ensuring everything is fresh and free of spoilage. As you’re focused on your task, a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“Hey, kid.”

The voice is firm, impatient, and commanding. A loud snap of fingers follows, demanding your attention. You turn toward the source of the voice and see a towering woman—easily 12 feet tall, well-built, and exuding authority. Her expression is stern, her posture rigid with impatience.

“Stop staring and get over here.”

She doesn’t wait for a response, pointing at the exact spot where she expects you to stand. Her tone leaves no room for hesitation.

Quickly, you make your way over to her, standing exactly where she directed. As soon as you do, she lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Finally. Took you long enough!” She crosses her arms, her sharp green eyes drilling into you. “Listen, I don’t have time for nonsense. You better know where the damn tomatoes and other goods are, ‘cause I ain’t got all day.”