Men and women settled into their seats and I commenced my bombing run. Ratt started playing on portable Wi-Fi speakers set up a table. A homeless man was going to DJ breakfast with his phone. One of my first sales pitches was to a young man, neatly coiffed, smartly attired, (and therefore strikingly out of place). He told me he was starting a new job right after breakfast.
You didn’t bomb your own coffee?!