Dingbat Fruit Picker

Jim told me a good one today.

Super Shopper passed by in the aisle squawking to the housewives about a bunch of cheap shit she bought at Target like usual. I muttered to Jim what an idiot she is. He scooted his chair over next to me and said in a low voice, "She used to work for my grandparents."
"Really? Doing what?"
"Picking fruit."
"You're shittin' me."
"Nope. They have a ranch on the west side of town. Vineyards, and orchards filled with different kinds of fruit trees. When I was a kid I saw Super Shopper working in the orchards with a basket picking fruit."
"That's awesome. In a way, it suits her. Super Shopper should be doing that kind of work even today instead of hanging out here. She's too dumb to be doing this stuff anyway. I can see her standing in the middle of a vineyard picking grapes with dozens of migrant workers around her." I laughed.
Jim looked around and whispered, "Don't tell anybody here about this okay? I don't want her to remember about it and realize she worked for my family, or remember me either."
"Sure. Damn funny though man."