Oh my heavens!
His name is José, and he looks Malaysian.
First let’s figure out what those are in his arms. They look like coconuts. No, coconuts have a different covering – more like hairy stuff. Well, they’re too big to be walnuts. That’s for sure! I think “coconuts” is the answer. I’ve never seen a coconut that I know of, so I’m glad to know this is what they look like.
There are 10 coconuts – I counted them. There probably is another one underneath that one.
Do you remember having coconut when you were little? They’re very hard to open. Your father would give you a little piece from the inside, and it was so good.
There’s another issue: What is in his mouth? Is it a cigarette? Is it a lollipop? It’s a cigarette.
I don’t know how he’s going to get upstairs with that bundle! I can see them all tumbling down. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
He’s wondering how he’s going to get those coconuts up the stairs. He’s assuming a fait accompli. He looks competent. He’s carried them that way before. He’s carrying them into a grocery store, and after he gets in, he’ll arrange them. He must be able to make a living, if this is what he does – delivering coconuts to a store. He’s very clean and neat for a job like this. He has a scarf and a watch.
I don’t know if they’ll crack open – I’ve never dropped one. They’re very hard to crack. If they crack open, they’ll be spilling milk. Maybe they’ll bruise.
Oh, he’s definitely going to drop them.
After he drops the coconuts, he better go back. He’s going to run and hide from his boss.
“Whoops!” José says.
His boss is probably going to fire him. His boss is probably going to be very mad and say, “You shouldn’t have carried all those coconuts at one time!”
There’s an old song called, “I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts.”
“Coconuts all in a row
Big ones, small ones
Some as big as your head.”