On days where tempers run hot, I secretly hope somebody will
snap. Instead of talking to
everybody else about what he hates about a person, maybe he will talk to that
person. “Stop stealing food from
the refrigerator!” he’ll yell. Or “Who
took the last of the fucking coffee and didn't make more?”
Or “Clear the copier after you make ten copies! You made me wast paper!” Instead of bottling it up it’ll come
out for all to see. People will
peek their heads out of their cubicles to see if they can get a good look at
the scene. Then they’ll probably
update their Facebook or their classmates.com page. Whatever.
“Look, I was a part of something!” they’ll exclaim. “I was there and I saw it first
hand! Now you get to see it
secondhand! Awesome! Aren’t you lucky you know me?”
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