I may never go back to the office. It’s no place to work.

     When I walked into the bathroom this morning, J-- and P-- were in the stalls spinning toilet paper to the floor before a small crowd of frenzied men.

     J--’s roll finished first, and he raised his hands in triumph. The crowd cheered and jeered. Money exchanged hands.

     I met up with J-- at the sink. “Is there anything you won’t bet on?”

     He smiled and said, “Horses.”

     After lunch, I stepped into the break room. The same crowd of guys were huddled around the table, and it was obvious they were talking about me. I asked what was up.

     J-- took the bullet. &l...

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