When I bought my first bike as an adult back in 1991 the salesman at the bike shop asked me what kind of helmet I wanted.”Oh, I don’t need a helmet,” I told him. “The bicycle and other accessories are already costing me enough.”
The salesman smiled and nodded and said, “Sure, no problem. What did you say you do?”
“I’m a writer and a creative director,” I proudly told him.
“Oh, so you use this,” he said pointing at his cranium. “To make a living.”
It only took me about a millisecond to get it and say, “Show me where those helmets are.”