I just saw back to back Chevy commercials while watching the Texas Rangers game. It seems that I’m now a GM employee and, as a result, I can get a wannabe SUV, the 2WD Tahoe for “just” $28,274. That’s a little rich for my blood, but the next commercial told me that after “my employee discount,” I can get a 2WD pickup for “just” $23,358.
Thank God for the UAW. If it wasn’t for them I couldn’t afford anything that they make. Oh. Wait. I’m not a member of the UAW and because of them I can’t afford anything they make.
Yet, unlike them, I still have to show up for work every day sober and actually have a skill to make the kind of money that would allow me to be able to afford what they make.
If I pissed you off, good. Don’t even try to defend unions to me. I’ve actually met Jimmy Hoffa. I’m not
kiddin’ teasin’, either. I met him at a Teamsters picnic. I had a hard time keeping my mouth shut. I was only able to because: 1) I was the date of the daughter of the president of the local. (She was also quite hot and a stripper.) 2) Jimmy Hoffa was passin’ out the bootleg moonshine himself.
When Jimmy Hoffa hands you a glass of shine that he poured out of a jug in the trunk of a car and you have a pretty girl on your arm, you lose all principles. Well, I did, anyway. At least for that moment. I was young and stupid.
Even if you don’t lose your principles the easy way, it’s not a good idea to tell Jimmy Hoffa, “no, thanks” after he invited you to the “moonshine car.” Lots of people at that picnic were connivin’ to get there and didn’t get the invite. Besides that, he was drunk. You tell Jimmy Hoffa, “no” and then get back to me.
Anyway. I’ve been sidetracked. We were talking about the UAW, not the Teamsters. I like my 1992 Silverado. It’s got it’s problems, but it’s now almost 16 years old and I’ve owned it for 12 of those years. It has over 130,000 miles on it and it still gets me where I wanna go. It needs front brake pads, but that’s $10 and an hour (without power tools).
Maybe they were too good back then and got too greedy. I see no need to replace it. When it finally dies, I’ll probably replace it with an older truck, not a newer one. Gimme a ’72 Chevy pickup in good condition and I might never buy another vehicle as long as I live.