8:15 am. Ron is running a little late. First stop, break room to get a cup of coffee, then go to start his day. The coffee pot is empty, looks like it’s not even turned on, unusual for this late in the morning. No matter, he makes a pot. Kelly’s voice speaks.

I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.

Why not?

Kelly smiles. Not unless you like your coffee spicy.

What? Why is it spicy?

Darryl.

Oh god, what did that sonnavabuck do now?!

He made pho in the coffee maker last night.

What’s pho?

It’s Vietnamese soup. He had some instant pho, he put the powder in the coffee pot and let it fill with hot water. Now the coffee tastes spicy.

That kid is a walking guldang disaster! As the safety officer, you must constantly be worried about him!

Funny you mention that, I only know about this because I had to fill out a safety report about it last night.

Ron looked momentarily worried. What happened? Is everyone okay?

Kelly just smiles. Everyone is fine. Apparently the pho was too spicy for Darryl though. He was crying after the tried to eat it. he claimed he was having a heart attack.

Too bad he didn’t…

Ron, don’t say that.

Well it’s true. That kid jus’ dunnit have a licka guldang sense! Did you know that fool broke one of my golf clubs?!