One of my more mundane jobs is moving Heras fencing from site to site for a medium sized construction company, yesterday I had to take a load of panels to what I presumed to be an old folks home.
As I pulled up outside a chap opened the gate for me pointed me in the right direction of where there was some building works being carried out. I wandered round the corner following the sounds of construction and walked into a building that was being used a mess hut. Two blokes leapt to their feet and only stopped in their tracks when I announced I had some fencing for DCH.
“It’s OK, he’s normal” shouted one of the blokes presumably to the rest of the builders who were tooling up against me.
Turns out that this place was some sort of nuthouse with Shaun of the Dead type zombies wandering about.
I’ve never been called normal before. 