Driving down the street this morning, I was shocked with what I saw.

There was Chewbacca. He was standing on a street corner shilling for some new business that just opened next to WalMart. I know that times are tough, but you would think that someone would offer the decorated combat veteran of two wars a better job than this.

I’m sorry, but nothing gets me unglued faster than those employers who aren’t willing to look beyond his criminal record as a smuggler, his steadfast refusal to learn to speak any language other than his native tongue, or the fact that he doesn’t wear any pants.

It’s bad enough that Princess Leia overlooked him when she was awarding medals after the destruction of the first Death Star. Does the rest of society have to continue to overlook a seven and a half foot tall Wookie? Especially one who has given so much, but asked for so little.