My hands are sore, I’m covered in grease, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to need a new pair of boots after Johnny, that dipshit, dropped an angle grinder on the floor that nearly took off my toe. Instead, it simply ruined the boots that have served me well for the past year and a half without incident.

But that’s why you wear boots instead of sneakers to work – so you go home with all of your toes.

Normally, I’d be a lot more pissed off at Johnny, but I’ve got other things on my mind as I drive home. Well, I’ve got one thing on my mind that’s...