He pulls something out of his pocket - small, black, glass - and pokes intently at the surface. Then he holds it up to his ear.
"Jimenez! I'm going to write you up for being on your phone when you're not on break!" someone yells from across the warehouse.
"You bitch!" he shouts back. "This here is a kidnapping and abandonment victim and I'm calling the police for her!"
"You can do that on break! Or you can do it now but if you do it now I'll write you up, because that's what I said I'd do and I can't back down without losing face!"
"Well fine, but if you get kidnapped and abandoned I won't call any cops for you! And you probably won't, because you're old and fat and they're probably sexual deviant kidnappers!"
He puts the phone back in his pocket. "I can take my break in twenty, so you'll just have to wait around until then."