Day 240. Turning Into A Broccoli Stalk

Just because Ron talked out of one side of his mouth and behind his hand, people could still hear him.  When he complained, "there are so many broccoli stalks in this soup I'm becoming one," we cringed at his rudeness.  Luckily the cafeteria lady was quite deaf; she had gone to a lot of Jefferson Airplane concerts in her youth.  Plus, Ronnie was funny, had perfectly aligned teeth in his lopsided mouth, and he quipped without true malice.  He did look like he was turning a little green, too.

We forgave him.