life's grand parade

Dad: Yeah, they’re striking outside of that new Shoprite.

Doug: How come you’ve got all those bags?

Dad: Oh, I was picking up some chicken.

Doug: Tsk Tsk. 

Dad: What?

Doug: You’re a scab. 

Dad: I am Not a Scab!

Doug: You saw the picket lines, you said “I need low prices.”

Dad: Oh they were across the street, I didn’t see them until I left the place.

Doug: You should’ve thrown the chicken back in the store, and cried “Viva La Shoprite Revolution!”

Dad: Oh yeah, and what are you going to eat for dinner? Huh? 

Doug: (mutters under breath) Just what a scab would say.

Dad: Oh go soak your big head.

Edit: He’s now humming Look for the Union Label like all is forgiven. All I’m saying is, that chicken better be damn crispy.