Happy Labor Day to American workers
Poor Labor Day. Gets no respect. It's the Rodney Dangerfield of celebrations. The runt of the holiday litter. Just hearing the name conjures up depressing images of a last plastic souvenir sports bottle of lemonade poured on the dying charcoal briquettes of summer. It's the end of the bright light and the beginning of the darkness. Vacation is over and the fun has expired.
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