Shrinking your friends
A friend of mine once phoned me from work where he’d locked himself into an empty office. “What shall I do?” he asked. “I’ve just found out that she’s been sleeping with Pete this whole time. I thought he was my friend!” I was stunned by this news. “Seriously, I’d chuck a glass of water in her lying face and then go and punch him!” I said. Half an hour later he called me back. “I’ve done it,” he said. And he had. Now he wanted to know how to cope with the office aftermath.