There came a moment this morning when I found myself apologizing for the offensive pungency of my garlic heavy pasta and spinach balls that I warmed up to ingest this morning. *I know, not the greatest breakfast food, but it was fast…easy…already made…DON’T JUDGE ME!* Anyway, let’s start from the beginning. After a very polite complaint from Brian (after a minor hissy fit from our resident Great Aunt), I walked outside and back inside to find that the aroma of last night’s reheated deliciousness did, indeed, punch you square in the face. After offering the person possessing the extremely delicate schnoz an opportunity to partake in “Free Hug Friday”, I decided to find Bri-guy and extend my contrition for the discord my leftovers had caused in the BCI ranks. After my (heartfelt and very sincere) apology, Brian starts really laying into me about how truly awful the smell in the building was. Clearly he does not have the same relationship with garlic that Randy and I do. At this point I came to a fork in the road: accept his somewhat grouchy exaggeration of my aromatic offences…or fire back with a one word insult that one should probably never say to a boss. Friends…I made the wrong choice. After a few more, noticeably louder words for me, Brian took his little stormy stomp all the way to his office with me hot on his heels in a feisty (and again, kinda loud) argument about food, apologies, conduct, and arguing about arguing in general. After a good, “row” as the brits would call it, we realized that we both felt much better. We hugged it out, shook hands, and parted from our impromptu “meeting” on good terms. I don’t know if we’re both Irish, menopausal, or Sicilian…or any combination therein, but having a boss who will listen and work it out with you is priceless. So in summation, I appreciate Brian and his position as the big cheese at BCI. It would be IN-CON-THIEVABLE to imagine barking it out with anyone else.