Are you a big cheese or a small potato?
I might as well not exist in our village, for all the notice that's taken of me. Oh, they find me entertaining after a few ales right enough - making me dance for my supper while throwing crockery at me, but other than that I'm known only as "Hey you!" or "The gaffer's lad".
I often wonder what it must be like to be in charge or to be respected instead of ridiculed. Now don't go thinking I'm starting to get ideas above my station ("If you don't know which is your station, you won't know where to get off" is what gaffer says), I know my place, which is bottom of the pile.
But just for one day I'd like to just get hold of someone and go: "Now look here! I'm the toughest around these parts and what I say goes!" Then I'd order them to do something menial like scrub my back or shave my toes, or make me a pickle sandwich.
But the gaffer says it like it is - "Listen to me, young Rabon " he says "you probably won't amount to much, but at least it should keep your bills down."
I don't mean no harm!