The year was 1995. The Spring. My former classmates were preparing to graduate from high school while I worked as a hotel restaurant host and partied with my roommates in our new apartment.
One day, I’m manning the hosting station when the phone rings. A gentleman on the line tells me that I had impressed him when he came through our hotel the week before, and he wanted to see if I was a good fit for an amazing opportunity. The future is coming, he said, where everyone will be able to do all their shopping on their televisions, without leaving the house.
