Someone in the friend group does some sort of interactive theater thing. She was telling me about one where the protagonist is paid shit with poor insurance, but is told by the boss she’d have her sick husband’s medical needs taken care of if she goes to the union meetings as a spy for him.
I was like, I’d want to go to the meeting and tell them all what he said. Then we all roll up to his house before dawn and wake him up at gunpoint. We say, you’re going to pay us more or next time you don’t wake up.
Someone in the friend group does some sort of interactive theater thing. She was telling me about one where the protagonist is paid shit with poor insurance, but is told by the boss she’d have her sick husband’s medical needs taken care of if she goes to the union meetings as a spy for him.
I was like, I’d want to go to the meeting and tell them all what he said. Then we all roll up to his house before dawn and wake him up at gunpoint. We say, you’re going to pay us more or next time you don’t wake up.
She was like you’d all go to jail or worse.
I was like I know but I want this power fantasy.
She said, that’s not the point of this exercise.
Anyway, I think about this sometimes.
Half of you go up then, and let the bastard know there are a lot more angry people that will take vengeance.