And Still More Intransigence from Organized Labor

Attractive Girls Union Refuses To Enter Into Talks With Mike Greenman

Ah, the AGU, one of my favorite clients.  A union so powerful that it bills me by the hour rather than vice versa.  Largely in increments of five minutes or less.  [That's a lawyer joke -- no outraged comments please.]  (And yes, I have suggested that the organization's name be changed to the more enlightened Attractive Womens' Union, but have thus far been ignored.) 

Comments

[Lisa Simeone]

Hilarious!

[Voice o' Reason]

Actually, several of the chicks standing behind the blonde at the mic look like they'd be better candidates for the "Average Girls Union."

Just my opinion, speaking as a member of the Heart of Gold But a Wardrobe That Could Use Updating Union (HGBWTCUUU).

[Sir Charles]

VOR,

You're beautiful babe -- don't forget it.

I was struck by the extreme shortness of some of the union members in the background.

[litbrit]

Booo...back in the day, when I was an attractive girl, no such union existed and we had to put up with all manner of slights from management: screw-top wine; cars that broke down on the way to the movie theatre and the expectation that we would get out in the rain and help push the thing to the service station; horrible, horrible fashions (it was the late seventies/early eighties, after all); and--this is almost too horrible to talk about--being subjected to eight-track tapes of Foreigner.

But that was then; this is now. D'you suppose there would be any interest in forming an Exhausted Mamas' Union?

[Sir Charles]

You're beautiful too.

I believe the Exhausted Mamas' Union could be the largest component of organized labor if we could get them all to sign cards. You have only your chains to lose.

[Voice o' Reason]

Yes, but only if I could join as an honorary Exhausted Mama of Two Cats.

(For me, it was an 8-track of Meat Loaf's "Bat Out Of Hell.")

[Voice o' Reason]

Sir C:

Thanks. I'm feeling exhausted (see previous comment, although it's not just the cats) and when I feel this way, the fear o' plainness creeps in.

Now I have to drag myself to the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre to see the three-man improv team tournament. I'd much rather sack out on the couch, but I'm trying to expand my mind and whatnot.

And you're aces, too...have you de-Blagojeviched your hair yet? No matter; men everywhere envy your complete lack of thinning or anything resembling male pattern baldness. Yours are a thick-haired people.

[litbrit]

Aww, thanks Sir C--you're a gentleman as well as a scholar.

Voice o', I know for a fact that cats are seriously demanding taskmasters, so of course you can join.

We forever-twenty-five-year-olds have to stick together. Solidarity! (Or at least, Pilates-toned tummies.)