A coworker thought Trump looked horribly winded at the top of those few stairs when he first came back from the hospital. He said, "He can't die soon enough." I said, "You can't die soon enough." He was stunned for a moment and I asked, "So what kind of person do you think I am that I would wish you dead? Kind, despicable, loving, or sub-human... or something else? What?" All he said was, "OK" and we have never spoken of it since.
