Minimalist poet, minimalist lifestyle

I was just about to withdraw some money from the cash dispenser outside of the bank, a situation in which I always feel a bit vulnerable, when I was tapped on the shoulder by an aggressive drunk (at nine o'clock on a Monday morning) who told me that he knew my PIN number.

I told him that he didn't know my PIN number, and that there was no way in which he would ever find out what it is.

I then told him that if he didn't step away and leave me alone I would hit him extremely hard; I didn't need to swear or shout, I just informed him what would happen if he didn't modify his behaviour.

Fortunately, he wasn't that drunk that he didn't understand.

There are currently several deep holes and resultant heaps of soil and smashed up tarmac on my street where contractors are in the process of laying new electrical cables...however, the workmen haven't been seen since Thursday.

This isn't the safest state to leave the street in. Why is this work taking so long?