C141 Apologize

The counselor was a middle-aged man in his fifties, typical of a successful man, with thinning Mediterranean hair, a pair of black-rimmed glasses set elegantly on his large biscuit face, and a round belly filled with either ink or oil.

His appearance reminded me of the words "brain full of fat," but of course I couldn't say that in front of him.

I respectfully bowed to him and asked