Put your hand on the pepper spray in your pocket and stay to listen to what he has to say.
As Harold's mobile rings you decide to save the pepper spray for the rude bus driver on the way home and slip it back into your pocket. Harold's bloodshot eyes dart about the office.
"Some joker keeps phoning me, it's the third time today. They just start laughing and hang up. It's some sort of conspiracy, everywhere I go people laugh at me."
You wonder whether you should tell Harold that his Star Trek tie may be the reason he finds himself being laughed at.
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