The construction worker lets his body fall limp into the chair and lets out a sigh

<<My wife's been a real bitch, had to come and unwind. >> he points his finger at the bartender and shifts his pointing to a "number two"

<<Father, give me the share of property that is coming to me>> the prodigal son replies

<<She just doesn't fucking get it. I've been working my ass off, and she acts as though i can't be nervous sometimes, always have to be perfect, keep a perfect tone, like - hey, woman! I've barely eaten and worked 9 hours in a row!>>

The bartender places two beers at the table

<<So, how's your day been going?>>

<<How many of my father's hired servants have more than enough bread, but i perish here with hunger?>> the prodigal son replies

<<I fucking get you>> the worker replies <<they don't get it! But that's not important, we two understand each other, how about we go fishing one of these days?>>

<< I will arise and go to my father, and I will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Treat me as one of your hired servants.”’ >>

The worker gulps his beer