I was a starter for classic cars, meaning that I was one of the only people who knew how to start them when they needed to be moved from display to storage or wherever. But I didn’t have that much expertise, so it only worked about half the time. Apparently that was enough for them to keep calling me when a car needed starting, although they always looked at me skeptically when I arrived. I was basically guessing and sometimes getting lucky. I wondered if other starters knew what they were doing or if we were all just pretending. Maybe there were no professional starters in the world, only amateurs who kept getting lucky. I was also taking improv classes at a place nearby.