Son, I lived flying the line part 2. Then my union looked the other way when my union job folded. I paid dues, paid assessments and walked the line in two strikes to support my union brothers. When I needed help all I got was a 25 year pin, a magazine and blank stares.

I sincerely hope it never happens to you. You couldn't survive it.

Now go do the walk around while I drink my coffee. If you stop irritating me I may let you fly a leg.