After college, I found myself behind the wheel of a vegetable truck, with a delivery route in metro Detroit. As fate would have it, I had to use the bathroom. I pulled over to use one in this big, black building along M-10, which happened to be an ad agency. Walking through the lobby, I was approached by people who thought I was someone there for an interview. With some time to kill, I went with it.
It’s been pretty good since. Beats driving a vegetable truck.