Walking on Eggshells

I was always careful not to upset my roommate. He was a genius, but very quick to anger. I got him a gift card for a massage for his birthday. “Why? Do I look like I need to relax?” He asked. Oh crud, he was angry. “Honestly, yes. Please don’t be mad,” I begged. “We’ll, thank you. I appreciate your honesty,” he said. Now we go for weekly massages together. It was all fun and games, until the spa exploded from a gas leak. Now we go hiking through the woods to relax.