It is raining cats and dogs here. I thought about lifting the restraint and going next door at lunch for soup. One of my co-workers came back from eating over there and I asked what the soup of the day is. He said he couldn't remember, just that when he saw it he knew he didn't want it. He went on to describe everything else offered (the usual, chicken and meatloaf). Then it hit him like a lightening bolt, "Cream of Broccoli!" I said, "No thanks. Not what I want either."
I will not risk further Edward embarrassment for Cream of Broccoli soup. Tell me anyone who would.
Off to Subway.