Greg Snavely

ingest calling me like Grandpa Greg because they knew 30 was coming up.

And when 30 comes up and you work at a nightclub, basically you got two options.

You can be like the sad manager who like, if you want to switch your shift with Jessica on Wednesday, you better get me to initial making, you know, 40, 50 grand a year.

Or if you want to keep making your 200 bucks a night, then you just go to fine dining.

And

While I was at the club, there was a couple of guys who would come in all the time, and they were what I thought were high rollers.

They had Rolexes and the fancy Gucci belts, and they valeted their BMWs.

And I said...

you know, what do you guys do?

And they said, oh, I work for BMW.

I'm like, oh, you know, it didn't even cross my mind.

They were just car salesmen.

I was like, oh, so you like design BMWs, you do this, you do that, you know, and they're like, no, we just work at the dealership up the street.

And I said, you know, we became kind of close.

Like they'd come blow their paychecks every Friday.

They were like weekend warriors.

Friday, Saturday, they'd come, you know, buy some bottles.

And so I said, well, do you think you can help me out getting a job at the dealership?

And they said, no, come on in.

So I go in there and the sales manager, I mean, I put my suit on.