Rick, one of the millwrights in the sawmill I work in, came into Ma's coffee shop for breakfast this morning and joined me at the table I usually have to myself. We bullshitted some about what passes for news in the morning paper before talk inevitably turned to the fucking mill and the forest industry in general.
"My wife is an assistant manager at Burger King," he told me. "And you know what?" he continued, "She's got a better future there than we have in that dirty cocksucker of a sawmill we work in."