5:30pm. The head of the Birling family returns home, as usual, after what he liked to call a "long, hard day of work at the company". In reality he spent most of his working days sitting in an office in the factory, that is, if he wasn't yelling at underpaid girls with tears glistening in their eyes. Arthur hangs his hat on the coatrack as he usually does, and takes a seat in his drawing room, kicking his feet up lazily onto a nearby footrest as he hastily snatched his daily newspaper up from the table, where Edna, the family maid, had placed it with care, as, despite her underlying hate for her job, she had been nothing but nice to the Birlings. He sees a picture of a minion on one of the pages, captioned "I hate minimum wage workers so much." To which he let out a chuckle, to which poor Edna let out a helpless sigh.
She kept to herself, and that was that. Here and there she'd involve herself wherever Sheila had asked her for advice, but she had to do so privately as Mrs Birling heavily disproved of her daughter associating with those she viewed as below them.
"Girls of that class," she'd say, "are not to be spoken to, Sheila, dear."
Edna didn't really mind, after all, her whole life she'd been exposed to the ungratefulness that was Sybil Birling. She, unlike her husband, had been brought up in a family of wealth, and assumingly was taught to stay as far away from the poor as possible. And so she'd distance herself from them as though they were some sort of plague, an incurable disease, a filth they'd never want to lay eyes upon. Today, however, she wasn't having it.
"Pack it in, blud!" she snarls.
"I- Excuse you! Edna, I thought you were told specifically not to speak, unless you are spoken to. This kind of behaviour is unacceptable, unacceptable I tell you! Telling an established upper-class gentleman like myself to "pack it in", just goes to show how ungrateful and undisciplined you really are! Shame on you, Edna, shame on you! It seems we've spoiled you too much by letting you work in such a pretty house like our own- you should be grateful, you know! You're lucky you're able to have this opportunity, and to think you'd just- such ..impertinence-"
"yeah man, pack it the flip in."
edna shoots birling and eats him for dinner the end
