The vegetable market Jose was an up and coming next to the assistant produce manager at the local supermarket. He had worked with diligence and integrity for a few years now and was looking for a promotion. His boss was a fellow from down south somewhere who Jose got along well with but who had a habit of calling the fruits and vegetables things Jose wasn't accustomed to hearing. The boss would call a potato a "tater", a tomato a "mater", a banana a "nanner" an onion an "ONyon" an apple an "aPULL", carrots "CARots", endive "'dive" and on it went. Jose worked faithfully for the boss of the vegetable department and finally the time came when Jose could step up to assistant manager's position. Jose took the written test to become the assistant manager and passed it with flying colors. He was happy his boss was happy. Everyone was happy. For the final exam Jose had to set up the vegetable and fruit display all by himself and make it look more attractive than it had ever been before. Jose was up at one AM the morning he was to set up the display. He dressed, downed a cup of coffee and went into work. Jose worked hard until 6 AM when the boss was due to come in. He hurried back to the back to freshen up and to look very presentable so the boss would have a grand impression of his hard work. In the mean time the floor cleaner came by with his buffer and knocked a precisely placed banana onto the floor and under the buffer's spinning wheel. The floor cleaner stopped, looked around and, seeing no one in the area, placed the badly beaten banana back on the display. Jose and the produce boss made their appearance and the boss began his rounds inspecting the displays, Jose staying at a respectful distance to avoid trying to look too anxious. "I'm sorry Jose," the produce boss said when he had completed his inspection, "you only missed it by a little bit." "What? But everything was perfect," Jose exclaimed, "Why did I fail?" Placing a hand on Jose's shoulder, the boss pointed to the banana display where the pathetic banana in the display was, the produce boss asked, "Jose can you see the scarred, mangled nanner?"