I was in the elevator of the ABC insurance building, going up to the 18th floor and carrying my 30-inch long 'boombox'. I had an appointment with the president of the company to pitch my You! Be the Judge Radio Show.
I still remember the amused pin-striped man next to me on the way up.
He looked down at my boombox and commented "You DO like your music loud!"
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I was ushered into a room.
I didn’t have long to wait - presidents of big companies are always on time.
9am sharp. The door opened.
And in strode the stoned-faced 5'2" president and his 6' tall lumbering V.P.
I took one look at him and I knew I didn't have one minute to waste.
I stuck the disc into the blaster and pushed the button.
Silence...
The guys at the production house had forgotten to wind back the tape! Yuck!
I pushed the rewind button. But I knew I was hanging in there by the skin of my teeth.
The president began drumming his fingers on the table.
Mumbling under his breath: "What the hell are we here for anyway?"
Without thinking twice, I looked him straight into his beady eyes and said:
"I'M PEDDLING!"
There was a stunned silence.
Then slowly the ice-blue water emptied out of the president's eyes, the red stuff flowed in.
He grinned.
"I'M PEDDLING TOO!"
