It's simple. I'm the Zeppo. Nothing's supposed to go right for me. And, so, expectedly, neither did this job.
Today was a shitty day. Today I started late. My car didn't start at all. Some kid knocked into me and the pizza spilled onto my uniform. So I've gone today with grease on my shirt, and my replacement wasn't clean.
And that isn't even the worst part. Got an order to go to Willy's bar. You know the place...you specifically sent me. And there was a bar fight. I got hit. See the black eye? See the bruised lip? Guess where I got them from.
This isn't even considering what I have to put up with when I get home. I don't get any respect, see? Not here, not there. So give me my last check, take your grease covered uniform and I'll be on my way.
Have a nice fucking day.