[Crowbob]

My sales career began between 10th and 11th grade, or 9th and 10th. I forget. Like around Woodstock time. First real job. Add said, "Busy manager needs hardworking assistant". So I calls the number, meet the guy in my dress shoes and tie as instructed at a small storefront in what would later be known as a strip mall.

He says, 'Come in my car with me.'

OK. He drives us over into this gigantic neighborhood I didn't even know existed, pulls over, jumps out and gets a big box out of his trunk that opens up into a cheesy display of "High Quality Brushes Made by Fuller". Then he hands me a piece of paper with prices of the stuff and tells me what to say.

Then he drove away.

My sales career ended between the 10th and 11th grade or 9th and 10th. I forget.