I love these guys. Atrios is right. There’s a sense of panic and disgust around the idea that somehow, somewhere the Small People might end up making a little bit of money doing the World’s Shittiest Jobs. I’ve waited tables. I waited tables for eight goddamn years, and it is hard, hot, physically taxing work. And if you happen not to be in a minimum-wage law state, it’s also work without the usual promise of any kind of stable monetary reward. You make a little one night, a lot the next, virtually nothing the day after that. Your customers either pay you, or they don’t, and don’t you just hate your luck?