In 2009 I was having a smoke in the office parking lot when I saw the boss’s overprivileged shithead son sniveling like this beside his car. He only had 30 mins or something to get to a meeting, but his back tyre was flat and road-side assistance told him it would be another 15 mins before they could be there.

Dude was literally snotting and sniveling like the crybaby from the clip above. Mr up and coming young hotshot executive bawling his eyes out over a flat.

When I asked, “well do you have a Jack and a spare?” he looked at me like I was discussing nuclear physics.

Lucky for him, he had both. I jacked the car up, put the spare on and sent him on his way, thankful that I’d had a dad who passed some practical life skills on to me.