My third grade teacher is probably running the place.She came after me one day at lunch and had me go back and get my food tray and eat my scallop potatos and I couldn't leave until I did.They were nasty as hell warm,let alone cold.Two hours went by and here she comes seeing that I hadn't taken a bite.She started hollerin that I better take a bite or she was going to force them down my throat.I reluctantly tried to take a bite and puked all over them.She went ballistic on me slapping the daylights out of me screaming"Next time you do that,you'll eat that with it!!That was one incident,I could write a book about that old hag.
That’s what unions are for—to protect these psychopaths.