We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Well yes... Sheesh. But yet, unfettered capitalism. I just have a problem with the title of the post, even though I understand its genesis. That is far from the sh*ttiest job in the world. Broadened horizons can be a good thing.
Well, really, another issue... how far do we go to mock a person when they may be doing the only thing they can do? After all, the gentleman is apparently making a living.
They'd make Thomas Crapper proud! It's much sh*ttier to be the port-a-potty cleaner-outer, wouldn't you say? His costume's actually tastefully subdued I think, in not over-emphasizing its, how should I put it, humanly substratum aim. Times Square is now assured to stay fecal-flow-free for some time to come ;)
BTW, the comments valve isn't turned on for the next topic ... so my comment here: my dog used to like the softest part of my bed, which is right in the middle of course - forcing me to keep my legs squeezed in the sheets at the outer ends. And when I moved about, I would hear him start to growl - growing in intensity as he got increasingly more disrupted - and he'd finally get up in utter disgust and go to sleep on the rug. It became almost a nightly ritual lasting about twenty minutes in all.