Running hardboiled detective series where part of the gag is that the PI always starts the investigation looking into the wife's infidelity (the wife is *never* adulterous, and the act of hiring the PI tends to destroy the marriage)

They also follow my clients around to see if they ever bend over to pick something up.

Even the PI stories that understand this often take the form of "OK, so MOSTLY I investigate infidelity, BUT NOT THIS TIME...."

PI has got to be the job with the biggest delta between the glamourized media portrayal and the grubby reality.

Moving to LA and becoming a private detective seems like a doable gig once the economy implodes. Stagflationary crisis gives it extra 1970s existentially bleak, but drunk and cool, vibe