The ShowDay
Home Video was the
sponsor, and since I had been a good customer they gave me a discount. I didn’t know but it seems the mob controlled the
union there, and if you wanted anything done, you had to let them do it. Two days
before the show, I had some pals come over and help me build a set for our
presentation. We toiled well into the evening, and were almost kicked out
because they needed to close up. When I came in the morning to check things out, all of our
work had been trashed, destroyed. I complained to the sponsor, and they went
and got maintenance. Who told us,
“Da wuz nutin da!”
“Duh, we don na
nutin!”
“Bull shit, I was up
late putting up dat display last nite.”
“Uh, ya calling me a
liah!” A big gorilla threateningly asked.
“Facking A, if da
shoe fits!”
“Dude watch your
language!” The representative scolded.”
“Fack em! I worked my
ass off to put dat up last nite, an these modafackers toah it down!”
“Ya cain’t prove we
did it!”
“Ahhhhhh so ya did
doodit!”
“Abab ba ba ba!”
“Look man I’m a small
guy trying ta make a buck, hea. How da hell am I supposed ta dodet, when youses
come hea gouging me? Go stick it to GE, Sony, Sanyo or any a doze guys. Leave
us liddle guys da fack alone, man.”
“Well…it union
policy, we do alla woik hea.”
“Wat and I cain’t do
my own woik…diz da soviet union, hea?”
“Yea, diz America!” Somebody shouted.
“Scweu da goons!”
A large crowd had
gathered, and the Video representative was embarrassed by my language, but I was really steamed.
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