wickedflea | (no subject)

So I went out at lunch today to get a haircut. Between the place I went and where I work is a TGI Friday's. When I passed, I saw this sign:

Holy shit, I thought--when I come back, I'm seeing what that's all about. So I got my haircut, wept over all the gray hair in my lap, and headed back toward work. I turned in the Friday's lot, drove to the light by the sign, stopped, and rolled down the window. A woman came over, told me she was a union carpenter opposed to Friday'ses' practices about such and such, and handed me a flyer.

"Thank you," I said. And I handed the woman a Chick collage. "Oh, thank YOU!" she responded.

It's all over. I'm one of those people.

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I don't have a story for this because I don't know the story. This is right down the street from my apartment.