When I was a young teenager I worked at the supermarket A&P. You had to be part of the union to work there, I didn't care. When they went on strike, I was a scab. I was 15 and I hated everyone I worked with, and only had the job to get money. They paid double-time to anyone willing to break the strike and work, and the strike went on for ages. As soon as it was over, I got a job at a hardware store, and told the union to kiss the east end of a west-bound *****. Made a lot of money.
So...I was supposed to be on strike, but I refused. It was fun getting yelled at, and having to have police around when I came in for and left a shift.