Why are couriers miserable bastards?

GrandeAnse2Grenville What Buffalo Bill said was what I believed in. If my company's work dried up, I was off to another company. No salaries back then. What you carried, was what you got paid. Accidents - why were they never little ones. I almost killed a young lady, she stepped out on a Red Man at the traffic lights on Euston Road, without loking, and I hit her at more than 30mph. Probably quite a bit more. I was fit then. Her skull cracked open, honest, and the police were going to do me. Luckily, all the people at the lights, who were waiting for the Green Man, told the police what really happened. I spent the night in my bed, not the nick. Couldn't sleep though.

I knocked down Sir Ralph Richardson on a zebra crossing on the kings road, the shame has never left me