the strike
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Of course, the problem with having any inflatable object in your picket is that it takes like .3 seconds for someone to just ruin your day. All the owner/ manager has to do is run out with an ax or a knife or a pretty big needle, and that’s it- boom, no more rat. Then, what do you have- like 100 guys in hard hats and tank tops, standing there, blowing their whistles. And suddenly, I’m thinking- village people… And, well, frankly, the workers are gonna have a hell of a hard time lobbying their position, if their boss thinks they’re a bunch of pansies.
I guess at the end of the day, the workers deflate the giant rat. Personally, though, I’d love to take him home. I could leave him by the door to scare off burglars or even better, I could totally freak out my cat. Of course, a large pile of shit would also accomplish both of those tasks. But again, you really can’t dress a pile of shit in cute, little outfits. Or maybe, you could, but I’m not so sure which way to put its pants on. And damn, it would be embarrassing to put them on upside down…
So, long story short, I never found out why the construction workers were picketing. Probably for more benefits or something. Construction workers tend to be very optimistic people. This fact is blatantly apparent in that even the most sweat soaked, beer bellied of the construction industry will try and hit on some woman who looks like she just left her Vogue photo shoot. And even better- they’ll look genuinely disappointed when she turns them down! Now that, my friend, is optimism at its finest…
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