The Fruit Bowl

The fruit bowl that is my firm has weekly “Monday Meetings”. We all sat around a table this morning as Onion leaned back in his chair, lower buttons undone on his shirt. Thus his hairy, fat belly hung out of his shirt in full view of everyone during the enitre meeting. I’m never eating again.

This is not the first time this has been an issue. At a site visit we attended a few months ago his yellowing, thinning “white” shirt was split in an upside down ‘V’ at the bottom, parading around all of us with his gargantuan waste line all day long.

In between Onion’s waste line, Limon’s random spewing off unintelligible thoughts and Kiwi's antics that caused a tirade… I may go nuts here.

Thank god I have my blog.