SalesRants #11: What Ever Happened To The Three-Martini Lunch?

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Our anonymous ad sales guy remembers when coming back from lunch hammered was not only not frowned upon — it was required:

There was a time not too long ago, a Golden Era, if you will, when life was better for the media salesman. We call it the 1980s. Back then, there was a tonic — a soothing panacea — for the fear and ennui engendered by modern life. They called it the Three-Martini Lunch.

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