[aside: I've been on a healthy eating kick lately, five meals a day, all of which are small and healthy. It's been pretty good so far, and it's pretty easy to keep up. That being said, sometimes I get bored with being healthy, so yesterday for lunch I had a Big Mac. Later on, for dinner, I had indian food. I will let you imagination tell the story of what happened to me this morning.]

Every day on my way to work I drive past striking TELUS workers. They’re all out there at 7am, huddled around a burning barrel in the freezing cold weather. That would suck. Every time I drive by them, I think to myself “you guys are stupid. Just go back to work.”

This has made me realize that I would be the worst striker ever. I’d be good for the first day I suppose. We’d have some BBQ, and I’d drink plenty of ‘punch’. I’d yell at scabs, and come up with catchy rhymes. I might even bust out the old acoustic guitar and play some antiestablishment tunes.

Day 2 would bring a different Keith altogether. On day 2 I would be tired, grumpy, and cold. People would light up the fire barrel, and I would go sit in my car with the heater on, possibly honking at passing motorists. Then I would have a nap and go home.

By day 3 I would think that striking is for retards. I would be both tired, cold, and completely unwilling to leave my car. At this point I would go back to work for less money than I left with.

What’s more is that I loathe confrontation, so if I scab were to show up to take my job, I’d be inclined to let him and go find a new job.

On top of all of that, I hate unions, and refuse to ever work for another one. It is my honest opinion that the only people who need unions are the lazy and stupid.

Boo TELUS!