Damn the Man!

If you have ever attended a CCU meeting, you know that we have a little tradition at the beginning of our meetings called "Damn the Man". The concept of Damn the Man is pretty simple. Messengers like to complain, and when you get a bunch of messengers together they could spend hours bitching about the demeaning, degrading, infuriating, and unjust things that we have to put up with on a daily basis. In the interest of running efficient and productive meetings, the CCU established "Damn the Man", and made it a permanent part of the agenda for all CCU meetings. The way it works is at the beginning of each meeting, every person is given the opportunity to Damn the Man for one thing, and vent about that thing for a minute or two. We then move forward with the rest of the meeting, and the meetings tend to be more productive once we get the complaining out of the way. Most of the Damn the Man's are the same old thing; the taxi that tried to hit you, or the weather, or the bike part that broke, or flat tires. But at least once a meeting, someone comes up with a good one, and we have decided to share the best Damn the Man on the blog after every meeting.

So here is your Damn the Man for the week of December 16th:
A messenger walked into 400 S. LaSalle and tried to walk up to the elevators without dropping his bag. The security guard yelled at him to drop his bag. The messenger replied that he doesn't come into the building very often and didn't remember that he was supposed to drop his bag, so there is no reason to yell at him. The guard tried to tell the messenger that he has to drop his bag in every building in downtown Chicago. The messenger said "What are you talking about? Every building is different. Sometimes we have to drop our bags, sometimes we don't."
The Guard replied "That's what my union said. My union says that messengers have to drop their bags in every building."
The messenger was flustered at this point and yelled back at the guard "Yeah, well my union says that I don't have to drop my bag!"
They glared at each other for a few seconds before the messenger finally gave in because he had work to do and couldn't waste any more time arguing with this fool.