Truer things said in jest.

I had an unhinged coworker. Always talked about his guns. Shouting matches with the boss. Storming in and out for smoke breaks. Impotent rage expressed by slamming stuff. The whole works.

Once a week, I bought him a mocha espresso, his fave. Delivered with a genuine smile.

My hope was that when he finally popped, he'd spare me.