I was called a ‘twat’ last evening in work, by someone who smiled while he said it. I didn’t deserve it, and even if I did, name-calling is the last resort of the powerless. It shows a remarkable lack of respect.
The gentleman in question had his bag taken away, accidentally, by a very drunk Scotsman (is there any other kind?). He called me a twat for allowing it to happen while he was outside smoking.
Listen pal, I’m not here to babysit your bags, okay? That’s your job, sunshine. It’s not my fault your medication was in it.