14: In reverse
In reverse
The summer after my freshman year of college, I sold donuts at a Canada-based chain. Ten months before, I’d sliced open my palm on a jackknife while demonstrating the knife’s safety locking mechanism. It happened in the car as my mom drove me to the airport. We had grabbed the knife from the mailbox on the way out of the house. My mom ordered it from me for my dad’s birthday. I thought it was the best brand of knife, although I couldn’t convince anyone else of that — which was embarrassing, because I was trying to sell this particular brand to friends and family. But I was just a high school graduate with an ego and a catalog.