This union stuff is getting out of control. I can’t take it. Everyone is talking about it. At first I was going to be a scab and come into work, but as I’ve surveyed my area I think it would be best for me if I didn’t.
This is a prime example of someone being intimidated by their peers; it breaks my heart, to succumb to the desires of the masses.
As an act of protest I’m not going to join the picket line, I am going down to see how the picket line looks and to see what type of harassing the strikers will give the scabs who cross. Then at 2pm its off to the tattoo shop to get tatted, hotttt. If the scabs don’t get harassed too much then I’ll be at work the very next day.
What can I say, I need my cheddar.
