So, this morning I came straight off the night shift at the warehouse to my second job (trying to pay for my mum's care home and put my daughter through uni).
So the boss tells me I've got to go and dig up the road, there's broken pipe underneath and it could put a lot of people's lives in danger if we don't.
So I'm there, sweating, exhausted, trying to get this road dug up as quickly as possible, when some prick in a radiohead t-shirt comes down, starts filming me, saying I'm worse than Hitler and that I deserve to be shot
Would've decked him but he had the build of a child, so just told him I was only following orders. Couldn't be arsed with the grief

you had to deal with any wrong'uns recently?