This time of year, our neighborhood is teeming with ice cream trucks. Each one playing a different song. Each one pawning its chilly wares. I have wondered on more than one occasion how the drivers maintain their sanity. I think hearing 800 tin-can repetitions of “It’s a Small World After All” during the course of the day would just about do me in. But that’s just me.

How about you? What are some less-than-appealing jobs you have either had or heard of?