Your father returned home not in the best mood. He was mad

William fell onto the sofa in the living room and grumbled in irritation. He muttered something about a pizzeria and children, but you couldn't hear it right...

"why do I work among idiots..?"

he rubbed his forehead and sighed tiredly. working as an animator in a pizzeria with annoying kids and coming home at night is truly terrifying. could you blame him?