One of the members of the group had decided more or less on the spur of the moment that he'd like to drive around and talk to the striking grocery workers and hand out some sodas and bags of chips and otherwise show them a supportive, smiling face. Lord knows, they see a lot of surly faces of people who for whatever reason think that the strikers are spolied and should just get back to work.
Our first stop was the Von's just around the corner from the recycling center. I hadn't done this before, so I was a bit trepidatious, but when the picketers saw us walking up holding signs of our own emblazoned with UFCW signage and Dean stickers, and lugging a big cooler and box of chip bags, most of them broke into big grins. I piped up and hollered "Who's thirsty?"
"Me!" "Me!" "Me!" came the reply.
So we told them a bit about Dean, and how he had issued a statement the day the strike began in support of their strike, we handed out flyers, and perhaps most importantly, we listened to their stories.
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