Creeping Yellow Wood-Sorrel

Brent is visiting.  We were sitting in a restaurant and I was complaining again how uncommunicative the herdsman is toward me. (Probably enjoy dising him more than I should.) I jested that I was beginning to think he had the same problem Raj does on The Big Bang Theory. "He can't talk to women?" Brent said. "He can't talk to beautiful women!"  I corrected. Brent who had just taken a bite pretended to gag. After he had "recovered", I reminded him that I was the one who drove and I could leave w/o him at any time. Brent wisely decided it might be best to let me keep my fantasy.