Dear Picketers on the Corner of 15th and M Streets,
You stink. Who starts picketing at 7 AM on a Sunday morning? This President’s Day weekend was actually my Valentine’s Day celebration. And you ruined it. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
I’m not sure if you were aware, but although you were screaming at the Madison Hotel, the guests at the hotel next door heard your chants as well. In particular, your chants woke up Kiefer.
Do you know how dangerous it was to wake Kiefer up so early? Especially without having some freshly brewed coffee sitting on the bedstand next to him. You really took your life into your own hands.
When we walked to breakfast, Kiefer nearly beat you over your heads with your signs. Lucky for you, I held him back. You owe me.
When you get better wages, I’ll expect a cut.