In one of what turned out to be many short-term jobs during my extended experience known as college, I worked for a collection agency run by a dour mustachioed Greek named Angelo who drove a Bricklin at incredible speeds and was rarely in the office.

The setup went like this: Angelo also operated a neighboring health club where he would sell overpriced membership contracts whether people could actually afford them or not.

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