Zac_A:
It can be an eye-opener of a job for some people, and it’s quite good for those with an interest in psychology, as you can pass your tedious day pondering these important questions of our time:How is it that the entire populations of some housing estates can wear pyjamas, slippers and dressing gowns all day long? How do they find this to be acceptable attire when they’re swanning off to the the corner shop for yet more beer and ■■■■, when they’ve finally dragged their selves out of their pits at 2pm.
These are the ones who threaten to “complain to the council” when you drive down their street at 9am, hanging out of their windows screaming at you: “Don’t you know what time it is?!” Is it any wonder a lot of these people have never had a job in their lives?
Why do some people think that dirty nappies belong in the recycling bin? And why do they react so badly when you leave them a note to correct their error? There was one household who used to leave their glass recycling (beer bottles) still with beer in them but also stuffed full of cigarette ends. Stale beer infused with ■■■ ends is worse than the smell of general household rubbish. I used to write on the note “Sorry, We do not recycle ashtrays”.
It’s useful to have a set of strategies for dealing with problematic members of the public, like the ones who get abusive: "Please do not use abusive language to me Mr NJ62PRW " as you slide your phone out and take a picture of his registration plate, telling him “Our company requires us to record all acts of aggression towards the vehicle crew and you will be reported”. They soon tend to leave once you got their reg number, especially if you mention you’re just about to check their car’s MOT and VED status (gov.uk, the gift that keeps on giving)
Or maybe that’s just Hartlepool…
PS very few public toilets around these days so you’ll want to strike up a good rapport with all the betting shop staff in the area
Excellent. 
managed to keep a straight face 'til I drove past her 
cheers Ray