This is kind of like the situation I was in...sort of. An RL situation but something I feel relates well with this kind of thing.
In my previous employment as a DMO (an all encompassing job of being a dishwasher, a buser, and also unloading/manual laborer) for IHOP (International House of Pancakes for you people that don't know this), I was tasked with unloading a truck. This was on a Friday when typically you get lots of people. Now mind you I wasn't doing this alone but still, it was near when we get a lot of the post breakfast/pre-lunch/brunch crowd. Anyway long story short, I get to the last dry good part of the refrigetorated truck. (Actually it was the ONLY thing left on that section of the truck.) That being the 9 40 LB bags of pancake batter we had to unload. So naturally we got a dolly, loaded it up, and I was at the lip of the truck (going to walk down a very steep walkway/ramp), when I slipped, fell on my behind and had the dolly fall back onto me. Took me 5-10 seconds to get my mind in working order but then I yelled to my fellow "Get the Manager!" So in runs in my co-worker (This is a newly open IHOP restarant btw), who then runs into the chief of ops son (He drives a foreign car btw. This should indicate to you how invested he is in this company or at least pretends to be.)
Anyway so he grabs my coworker, tells him "Bus tables!" He like "No! Injury!" He likes "I don't care, this is important." My coworker "No you don't understand!" So he comes out, he looks at me, looks at the dolly and the truck and asks me "Are you hurt." I saw (stupidly as it turns out) "No" (even though I would ache a lot later on.) He says "Fine, get up." And walks away.
It's kind of like that, Driddle. You're looking at one thing, he's looking at something else. Stupidly as it turns out.