Peace Meeting Disrupted By Vegetation Attack

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I worked for a peace organization headed by a man I regard as close to sainthood. I have no saintly aspirations of my own, but when I was around John I wanted to live up to his example or, at least behave myself.

When John invited me to discuss a new project we met at an eco-conscious coffee shop that sells Fair Trade drinks and locally sourced food. There I drank coffee stronger than I’d ever tasted in a mug larger than I’d ever seen. Too late I remembered that caffeine gives me nervous jitters.

A third person joined us for the meeting. John was effusive in his praise for my accomplishments as he introduced me to this older gentleman.  Way too effusive. It’s hard to live up to such superlatives, especially while trying to keep one’s hands from caffeine-related shaking.

The men ordered soup and sandwiches. Scanning the menu to find something reasonably priced, I ordered the first salad listed and turned my attention back to the meeting. When my order arrived I was alarmed. Dark, unfamiliar vegetation loomed on my plate. The leaves looked quite a bit like thistle, nettle, and other invasive weeds. I dug in bravely, hoping that once I’d gotten some nourishment the caffeine jitters would wear off.

My tablemates had charming manners. They took small bites, wiped their mouths carefully, and added wonderful insights to the conversation only after swallowing. Meanwhile I discovered that the giant plants on my plate couldn’t be cut in pieces with ordinary tableware. Instead I had to bend them in half with my fork and hope that dressing didn’t dribble on the table, my clothes, or chin as I drove each bite resolutely into my mouth. As I worked at eating I listened intently and kept my comments to a minimum.

Just as I was inserting a neatly folded plant leaf in my mouth John addressed a question to me. A serious, lengthy reply sort of question. I was in trouble. Not because I had no response. No, because the process of shoveling in a huge folded leaf took longer than a sip of soup or bite of sandwich ever could.

Worse yet, the leaf was larger than my coffee-addled brain had anticipated. It seemed to grow as it headed toward my lips. Since the food was partway in my mouth it was too late to throw the whole action in reverse. So I shoved the rest of it in, afraid that I looked like one of those mulching machines grinding a tree branch.

A conversational pause developed around the table as my lunch companions politely waited for me to answer. I was desperate to hurry, hoping after a few quick chewing motions I’d be able to respond.

No such luck. As I pulled the fork out of my mouth the unexpected happened.

That hulking leaf unfolded. Like an angry vegetable on a rampage it sprung fully open and leaped to the back of my throat, instantly triggering a gag reflex.

There was nothing I could do.  Reflexes do not respect politeness nor honor the presence of a saint. My eyes widened in horror as my mouth involuntarily flung open. The entire lettuce leaf emerged at top speed from my gaping maw right onto the plate.  Gag related tears were in my eyes and gag related saliva was hovering with great drool potential on my lower lip.

It is a testament to the training of those involved in the peace movement that my companions didn’t bolt from the table.  They didn’t even blink.

John looked at me kindly. As if his wording had caused me some discomfort, he said without a hint of irony, “Let me rephrase the question.”

About Laura Grace Weldon

Laura Grace Weldon is a writer and editor, perhaps due to an English professor's scathing denunciation of her writing as "curious verbiage." She's the author of "Free Range Learning," a handbook of natural learning and "Tending," a poetry collection. (lauragraceweldon.com) She's working on her next book, "Subversive Cooking" (subversivecooking.com). She lives on Bit of Earth Farm where she is a barely useful farm wench. Although she has deadlines to meet she often wanders from the computer to preach hope, snort with laughter, cook subversively, talk to chickens and cows, discuss life’s deeper meaning with her surprisingly tolerant offspring, sing to bees, hide in books, walk dogs, concoct tinctures, watch foreign films, and make messy art.
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6 Responses to Peace Meeting Disrupted By Vegetation Attack

  1. Lee says:

    Thanks for providing me with my morning giggle!

  2. Vivienne McNeny says:

    Too funny!!

  3. That was beautifully written. I really needed that laugh this morning. THANKS!

  4. Christen says:

    HA HA!!!!!!! Well-written and hilarious, though it would have been totally mortifying at the time. I will take it to heart and order soup when I’m having a lunch meeting!

  5. Thanks for lightening my day.

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