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Article: Take my third cousin, please. (a humorous look at adultery)
- Article from:
- Esquire
- Article date:
- March 1, 1996
- Author:
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EVER SINCE I could pronounce the word Mycostatin, I've wanted to be a philandering pharmaceutical sales rep tooling around the countryside in a 280Z in search of medical-arts buildings and uninhibited receptionists. The idea of pulling physicians out of critical procedures or poignant consultations ("Yes, Mr. Haber, I'd try to do the Oaxaca ballooning trip within the next two months if I were you") in order to hawk product, the idea of making commodities out of anticoagulants, was just the most romantic and exciting thing in the world to me.
So the summer between my junior and senior years of high school, I interned with a group of pharmaceutical sales reps in New ...