Henry stared in shock as a perfectly fine piece of glass crashed onto the pavement, breaking into countless tiny shards. The confused construction worker glanced at him, his face a picture of bewilderment.
Reaching out towards Henry, he demanded, "You gotta pay for that glass."
Henry, hurting and annoyed, gestured at his fancy Italian leather shoes and shot back, "And you gotta pay for my shoes."
"You're the one who bumped into it. You gotta cover the glass. I was just about to put it in for the client. Now I gotta cut another one, what a pain."
Grumbling, Henry hobbled towards his car, grimacing with each step. Seeing him coming, his driver quickly hopped out and opened the car door for him.
The construction worker raced after Henry, tugging at his sleeve and insisting, "Pay up for the glass before you leave. You're all decked out, how can you act so unfair?"