Tea with mrs

Elizabeth Skakoon
2000 Mussolini. Workplace   unpublished
Any strike creates a lot of stress for its members, but it also creates a few stories that remind us how absurd life can really be. Here's one that gets passed around our graduate student bar from time to time. The week before we were due to take down the picket lines for the Christmas break, Hamilton police had approached and asked us if we could just pass out flyers that week instead of picket. Apparently there was an important Y2K conference at McMaster with many important brainy computer
more » ... brainy computer guys trying to solve a problem that, in the end, as we all know, just didn't exist. Feeling the Christmas spirit, we complied. After all, there shouldn't be too many picketers before Christmas, right? Well, we miscalculated. Many of our members wanted to get in some last minute picketing before they went home for the holidays. It was quite a sight when I walked down Sterling street to the line (or lack thereof) in order to drop off more flyers. About twenty-five people were clustered around our firebarrels on the median between the entrance and exit roads to and from campus. Their umbrellas formed a colourful tent over their heads, as it was a cold, wet, misty day. Two people were passing out soggy flyers to cars that, for the most part, didn't stop to take them. I picked the other strike co-chair, Sara Tedford, out of the crowd and approached her for consultation.
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