I have found what has to be one of the word’s worst jobs.

I had dinner last night at the Pelican Restaurant on Miami’s swanky South Beach. Eating at a sidewalk table, the collagen and silicone freak parade seems endless. The food is delicious, the waiters attentive, courteous and prompt, and as I mentioned, the sights are incredible.

One strange thing about this restaurant: the urinals in the men’s room were filled with… ice. Yep. Ice. I have no idea why, but there it was. You pee right into ice. And a little of it melts when you do.

So the world’s worst job? Being the poor guy that ices down the Pelican pissers.

And, as an aside, if you ever should dine at the Pelican, I would recommend skipping the lemonade.

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