I'm a bad, bad hobbit

So I'm chatting on the phone with cammie018, and transplanting when three stuffed-shirts walk in. I get off the phone, ofer to help them, and go on with my work when they say they're from the KS Board of Regents, and they just want to see the facility. "Fine, help yourself, there's lots in bloom today. We've got something special over ont he orchid table today, so be sure to visit Old Stinky on your way out."

Now, wouldn't you think that with a name like Old Stinky, whatever I was sending them to visit would be a bit pungent? I would.

They were REALLY surprised. One of the guys took off out of the greenhouse, commenting on the smell (which isn't so bad today, you hafta get within 2-3 feet to notice it today). The other two gamely stood there and let me geek about the plant, and how tricky it is to get it to flower, and all the really cool things about it.

THEN, we all troop out to find Donna and the deserter talking about auditing for our Perkins Grants.

Ooops.


Good thing they're all good sports.


And a good thing I didn't have them taste the kumquats.