You know, when I think back on it, I don't know why I didn't kick Gunther's ass all over the coffee bar when he ratted me out to Rachel about the Xerox girl. That little schmuck couldn't wait to ingratiate himself with her by being the one to tell her about it. What business of his was it? He should have minded his own damn business. And I should have made him pay.
Ask any guy. The first thing they would do in that situation is break his neck for him. It's his fault I lost the love of my life.
Ross