For me, the best was dinners with customers where the sales guy took care of it (I was the technical guy to keep them honest; the customers liked me so they had to bring me along). Most fun was being in Italy for a fantastic dinner, and the sales guy knew the restaurant manager (everybody seems to know everybody there; just don’t mess with them). The manager took us down to some underground cellars built of brick arches; I think we were under the street at some point. this was the wine cellar that had been there hundreds of years,
EDIT if you read that a different way where I said “just don’t mess with them” the story could have ended abruptly with “took me down to the wine cellars under the street” never to return. I’m sure that has happened.
For me, the best was dinners with customers where the sales guy took care of it (I was the technical guy to keep them honest; the customers liked me so they had to bring me along). Most fun was being in Italy for a fantastic dinner, and the sales guy knew the restaurant manager (everybody seems to know everybody there; just don’t mess with them). The manager took us down to some underground cellars built of brick arches; I think we were under the street at some point. this was the wine cellar that had been there hundreds of years,
EDIT if you read that a different way where I said “just don’t mess with them” the story could have ended abruptly with “took me down to the wine cellars under the street” never to return. I’m sure that has happened.
Where’s the choice of fifteen dollars?