Life is a combination of magic and pasta.

My Dad (and my grandfather) strongly believed in unions and my Dad helped found the IBEW here in my area. When he was promoted to management they kicked him out and took away his union retirement money (luckily he had contingency plans). When the union struck at his place of work, he was smuggled in (in someone's trunk) before the strike started so he wouldn't cross the picket line, and stayed in the building until the strike was over. I thought he was crazy. I think no one would call you names because you don't come across as a wimp or someone easily cowed. I am. I cried at work more than one time during that strike.