[[Matt at in the dark at his computer with phone headset on]]
Matt: Hey Grandpa, I was just finishing editing your autobiography. Yeah, it's good. I just had a question about when you were negotiating the union strike at Cole Steel? And the company's lawyer took back the offer for bereavement days for deaths in the family, the only concession they'd made?
Matt: So your partner...
Matt's Grandpa: ...cursed him, called him a cocksucker, grabbed his crotch and said, 'Eat this, you bastard!' He grabbed his negotiating notes, and we all jumped up and left the meeting. As I passed in front of him, I gave him the finger and said 'You son-of-a-bitch. You're number one with me.' I called him derogatory names as I went out the door.
Matt: Right. Was I adopted or something?