I'm starting to think Carman (one of my writers) may have a bit of a coffee problem... I had never really noticed before. But I wandered by his desk the other day and noticed his disturbingly large takeout java monument.
It's like the Acropolis of wax-paper cups. I suggested that maybe he should cut down a little. He bit my hand.
Looking back on it now, I should have known something was up a couple of weeks ago, when he was walking by my house (quickly, muttering to himself) during a snowstorm. My car was stuck and I asked him for a hand. He literally crawled underneath it, picked it up over his head, and with huge, unblinking, over-caffeinated eyes, he asked "Where do you want it?!"
When I didn't answer him in 4 nanoseconds, he tossed it onto my lawn...