I mean, to be fair, imagine if your job consisted of driving around in a a 1920s box truck with pungent gas fumes poisoning your blood stream while constantly listening to a high-pitched broken radio playing carousel music over and over and over and your “clients” were small, grubby children who handed you handfuls of sticky change as payment everyday and were always, as a rule, short a dime, and also you sit all day in a portable freezer.

I mean, just to be fair.