There's No Friend Like a Broccoli Friend

​This old gal…

Couldn’t help but overhear…a conversation among those daughters of hers at the DC rehearsal supper…about Broccoli Friends…

A broccoli friend…so aptly named…is a friend you can count on to inform you at social gatherings…that a blob of something is stuck in your teeth…saving you the humiliation of grossing people out…while working the room…

That Broccoli Friend of mine…made the observation while we merged on the highway…that he could see a longish black hair…protruding on the upper lip of his beloved…this day was sure to come…as just recently he was regaled with the story of that grandmother of mine…and her granddaughter’s dilemma in how and when to reveal that she had a long random hair…sticking out of her neck…

Be sure to tell me…he was told…if I ever have a whacky hair sticking out…from some random place that I can’t see…but revealing his observation…on the highway…when our day long outing had just begun…was not opportune…

This old gal was distracted…how big was it…how dark…how noticeable…how long has it been there…the old age curse…of random hairs has begun…first the upper lip…then the chin…the nose…maybe even the ears…the possibilities endless…

Don’t worry…Eunice…said my Broccoli Friend…hairs can be plucked…or waxed…

And just like that…my nickname for the day was Eunice…as in hair on the neck Grandma Eunice…that Broccoli Friend of mine thinking he was quite clever…

And in spite of things…
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His beautiful but hairy bride…had to agree…