It just occurred to me that there are occupations without any names. Some years back I was spending a few days in Surfers Paradise, south of Brisbane, and had occasion to take a walk on the beach.
I was admiring the relatively unclad ladies when my attention was drawn to an elderly gentleman who had a fat-tired cart with several very large pressurized bottles containing suntan lotion. Half-naked women were paying him to spread this lotion on their nubile bodies. I started to ask him if he needed an apprentice when my then-wife stopped me with a strong word or three.
And now, as I get ready to retire I find myself looking for a job like that, but I can't figure out what the name of the occupation is so I can write to the Australia immigration people about my plans. And my mail addressed to "Lucky" in Surfers Paradise just comes back unclaimed.
