We met at Leo Burnett. The secretary outside her door was handing out pretzels.
We worked together on an alternate Allstate campaign. We beat what they’re running now.
We free-lanced together in Phoenix on a pitch. We won the account.
We went to lunch at Chipotle. The restaurant paid for my burrito.
Our third day working together, I wandered into the ladies’ room by accident. I won an award for it.
She gave my 12-year-old a book. It’s one of Ellie’s favorites.
The accounts were hard. We laughed every day.
If you’re starting to think I lived a charmed life when I worked with Marie-Claude Garneau, you would be right.
Au revoir, M-C.