“Hey there, little buddy!” Miguel shouted, scooping the toddler up just as the watermelon tipped over the edge. It hit the floor with a deafening SPLAT —a red explosion of pulp and seeds—exactly where the boy’s head had been.
In that split second, Miguel heard the phrase again: Always Think Safety. Not as a corporate slogan, but as a direct instruction. He didn't think about finishing the bagging. He didn't think about looking cool. He thought: If that falls, that kid gets hurt. What do I do?
The mother screamed. The toddler giggled. And Ms. Alvarez, already rushing over with a yellow “Caution: Wet Floor” cone, looked at Miguel with an expression that was half-terrified, half-proud.