Hardest Job

We had come to the Wal-Mart pharmacy because it was the cheapest around. We were there to help a woman, who was here on a guest visa, to get some medications. Because it was lunch time though, we stopped at the Subway restaurant inside that same Wal-Mart. She shared stories about her life. She had worked at a bottling plant and at other factories along the border. “Which work was the hardest job for you?” I asked. “This one that I have now,” she said, “picking vegetables.”