Zerns.

The aforementioned (see 5Jan) bench outside the barbershop and across from the produce stand. There's a guy working at the stand whose prison tattoos look to be maybe five days old. It must be some kind of work release program. When you ask him for broccoli or bananas, the inclination is to bow deferentially and quietly say, "yes, sir" and "no, sir" while keeping your gaze averted, a bit like ordering jambalaya from the Soup Nazi.

Sandi's sitting down at the end of the bench, trying to look unconcerned but actually poised to make a run for it if Buford The Criminally Insane Produce Manager goes mad and starts to stab people with the Bic he's got behind his ear. "You don't want any eggplant? I'll kill you!!!!