The husband was the one acting like a Union thug. Have you ever had to cross a Union picket line?
So did a number of my high school friends.
We still greet each other as fellow scabs.
Yeah, the husband was out of line getting in his wife's way. But she was more out of line hitting him.
He didn't try to key the car, pound on the hood with sticks, throw bricks at the windshield or any number of other tactics union goons use on picket lines.
By the way, the company where I got my first job was decent enough to lease spaces in a patrolled public parking area near the plant and send a shuttle van to pick us up. The goons moved over because they knew the van driver was armed and licensed to carry. We heard their shouting, bitching and insults, but there was no violence. The strike petered out in about three weeks because about half the strikers came back to work. The other half believed the union and became unemployed. My friends and I got our first jobs which paid decent wages and included benefits. Our costs and efficiencies were so much better that the company laid off more union employees in their Chicago plant and moved additional production to Fargo.
Yeah, it was really scary at first. But, all-in-all, not a bad return for leasing a satellite parking lot, paying security patrols and hiring a couple of shuttle van drivers for a month.