A woman at my old office irritated me more than she should have. She was lazy, self-absorbed, and protected by a manager who ignored everything. When she started emptying a jar of sweets someone had given me, I felt a petty kind of rage I didn't bother to question. So we turned it into a game. Three of us began keeping that jar permanently full. Bag after bag. Doughnuts. Chocolate. Anything sugary. We watched what happened and said nothing. When she gained weight, we pretended not to notice. When her clothes stopped fitting, we stayed silent. When her partner left, we kept going. It took months. The damage lasted much longer. At the time we called it a joke. The truth is, it was slow punishment dressed up as kindness. And we enjoyed the control.