My real personal experience with minor modifications.
Rudely I was wakened up by my housemates in college telling me to meet some beautiful Mexican ladies and make some money in the same time. Happily I brushed up and put on my Sunday dress. Unfortunately I was tricked to work in a farm picking oranges.Yes, there were some beautiful ladies but all had passed their prime decades ago.
For the entire hot morning, several of us filled up a crate that was higher than I It was the toughest job I ever worked; that’s why I watched every penny since then and now I watched every quarter.
We quitted and we got paid $1 each. We used the dollar for a Smogabord (a popular Swedish buffet then). We became the soda machines (drinking too much soda) and the chicken bones piled up to the ceiling. Now I feel sorry for the owner. He must have taken a picture of us and would close the restaurant when he sees us coming in the future.