[a scene of a 1950s Public Service Announcement opens to a crowded bar, the camera view slowly focusing on one deeply miserable-looking man in an ill-fitting suit, nursing a drink and looking shaken up as if he'd just lost a fight]
[The man is startled as the loud voice of a narrator with a cheery voice and a trans-atlantic accent apparently speaks to him directly] "Well aren't you a sorry-looking lad!" [The man looks directly to the camera, eyes wide, silently pointing at himself, baffled to be addressed like this] "Why, you of course! Hard day at work? Boss chew you up all day?" [The man nods twice, still confused by this entity beyond the 4th wall, but oddly relieved to have someone aknowledge his misery]
"Oh no, don't you feel sorry for yourself, be a man! Doesn't that make you angry? Doesn't that make you want to take it out on somebody? Give someone else a good thrashing?" [The man nods along in agreement, gradually rising from his slouch and sitting more upright as his defeated expression shifts to anger]
"Oh yes, but who?" [The man halts, also understanding that he hadn't considered that] "What, your wife? What wrong has she hever done to you?" [The man shrinks back on his bar stool slightly, as if embarrassed to consider whether he had considered that] "Or perhaps those fellows over there?" [The camera view turns to a table nearby, where a group of large, sullen rough men - some of whom bear an extremely unfortunate likeness to racist caricatures of the era - are sitting with their pints. While of various backgrounds, they all look equally intimidating and give wary, glaring glances towards the man in the ill-fitting suit.]
[The man in the ill-fitting suit shivers visibly at the thought of what would happen if he crossed those men.] "Smart call, I sure would not antagonise them either!" [The man turns back to his own beer, sinking back into his sullen misery, looking up in surprise when the narrator voice addresses him again, now with enthusiasm] "Now but hold on! Well if that is not a kick from Lady Luck herself!" [The man frowns, curious to what the voice has to say.]
"Look back to those fellows. Don't they look familiar?" [The man nods slowly, still confused.] "They work at the same plant as you do, don't they?" [The man nods again, now more confident] "And if they work for the same establishment as you do, then surely they have the same boss as you do, right?" [The man's eyes slowly light up as he starts to grasp where this is going] "And if the boss works you like a dog, just imagine how mean he must be to them!" [The man straightens up from his slouch again, taking a sip of his beer.]
"Now how about you go over and introduce yourself. Make some friends and see if you can get your fellows with you to do a little midnight surprise visit to go beat the shit out of your boss!"
[The camera view silently follows as the man in the ill-fitting suit strides to the other table, buys the whole table another round, and though their words are inaudible, the men are all seen talking to each other with increasing enthusiasm as an upbeat tune starts playing, and an unsettlingly cheery child choir sings a jingle]
"It's your job, not your life, beat your boss, not your wife!"








