green thumb.

The dialogue that ensued when my resident Mr. V came in this morning carrying a rather large plant (on rollers, mind you):

“Miss R, I know your birthday is on Friday and you thought I’d forget, so I bought you this plant.  I considered buying something else, since you already have plants on your desk that are dead, but I decided you should have this one…Oh! and if you kill this one I am going to run away from home.”

(followed by him actually running out of my office)