When I was in my 20's, I got this job working security at the University of Arizona auditorium during concerts. So I had a flashlight and a shirt that said "security". Right off the bat people started offering me money to let them in the back door. Then, in an effort to diversify my portfolio, I started selling parking spots. Some fancy lad in a Porsche offered me a 20 (which, in 1985, was the equivalent of like 600 bucks today) to park right in front of the auditorium. Unbeknownst to me at the time, that spot was reserved for the head basketball coach who was, at that moment, on his way back from an away game. That was my last day on the job. I remember his name. It was "Lute Olson". Frankly, that sounds made up. He was quite rude to me. I didn't care. I had a day job.