When I was a kid, my parents were too mean to give me any more than 6d a week pocket money. So I took a part-time job with an Indian restaurant. One of my duties was to log in all the chickens on a spreadsheet. So I became known as the chicken ticker.
Later on, I had a job in which I would collect a big tray of capsicums from the local fruit and veg emporium, and cart them around from door to door on my bike. They were quite exotic in those days, and I sold quite a lot. That was my pepper round.