50 jobs worse than yours

Today I walked past a tiny little Mexican dressed like a hot pepper. It was obviously a homemade affair, just two pieces of bright orange material glued together to form something vaguely triangular with his round little belly sandwiched in between. All you could see was his angry little face peering out of the hole in the center. With an itsy bitsy wave of fury he shoved a menu in my hand before storming off to accost unsuspecting Gap shoppers.

You go pepper, go!