... if we lived in the USA
I'm leaving work today, in a bit of a rush to avoid getting ticketed, so I'm walking pretty briskly. So i turn this corner in the CBD and then THWACK(!) -- I smash my toes on the stub of this fucking metal pole that is sticking out of the ground. I drop my coffee on the ground, fall over in the kind of pain I expect childbirth to be like, look down and my toenails are fkn cracked and bleeding... the construction workers that have seen this are having a laugh... and to top it off MY JANDALS ARE FKN BROKEN!
So I get home and realise 2 of my toes are swollen as fuck and wearing shoes is a no-no...
All because the council has this stupid-as-fuck policy that, if they decide some pole with a sign on it needs to go, they just cut the pole leaving 3 inches of sharp metal sticking out of the ground
So I think I could get like tree-fiddy (MILLION)