I have this situation at work.
Sparing you all the details, it involves a jilted boyfriend and one of my friends; the fact that he is a little unstable, has been harassing her for months...the situation is complicated and management is trying to work it out.
Although they are sure taking their time about it. I mean, we are going on about six weeks now.
And other coworkers are changing their schedules to avoid being around Mr. Jilted, as they are worried he might go postal, and not care who is in the way.
My friend-in-question, sits right behind me, so close that we both can't back up our chairs without being careful to not hit the other. Yeah. I'm right there.
I have my moments of worry, and my moments of it-should-be-fine. The should-be-fine outweighs my worry, as I work when neither one of them are there (usually--she does come in on weekends sometimes.)
And like I was telling Mr W yesterday, "I'm married to you, so I'm okay." "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I know that if he were to say or do anything to me, you would unleash a rain of fire on him...."
Mr W cut me off. "I'd be in jail. I swear to God. The kids would have to be raised by your parents or my brother, because I'd be in jail."
On the one hand, kinda disturbing to hear, considering my husband's laidback nature.
On the other, it was enough to make me swoon a little bit.
I seriously would have jumped his bones, but we were in (yes, Remo, you guessed it) Wendy's, and they frown upon that kind of behavior during the lunch rush.
It's sick, I know, but man, I totally swooned.
Who knew I was married to Clint Eastwood?