half hearted

Here is my somewhat reluctant son, who works in a supermarket, checkout and shelf-stacking. Over the last few weeks he has been shouted at, sworn at, and threatened. He’s also been sincerely and warmly thanked, told to take care, and complimented on his hair.( It is, indeed, a fine head of hair he has there.)

His job is not glamorous, or thrilling or well paid, but it is necessary. Thanks, Niall!