They called me
We want you to teach at Harvard
Whatever. It’ll be your class. It’s your choice.
Really? Ok. Give me but a fortnight. I have to talk it over with my family.
5 minutes later…
*I pick up the rotary phone*
Ok. You’re gonna get a call from NYU. Don’t answer it. They’re gonna make you a huge offer. Bigger than ours! But you see, it won’t come with the same prestige.
Well…I can’t pay the bills with prestige, dear. That’s the problem.
Wait I think that’s them.
No wait! Don-
Jose? 5 million dollars. Two semesters. You in or out?
Ok. I’m emailing you a plane ticket right now. We need you to fly out by tomorrow.