When I meet a ginormous guy in a dealership parking lot and we have simple conversation, like we’ve been friends for years.
He takes my phone and puts in his number and names it ********. “Message me if you need anything.”
As I sent a text to his number I said, “I dunno about this. Many years ago another guy like you said the same thing except he gave me a business card.” He saved it as T with a Car emoji. Good energy. He responded and I noticed his iMessage looks different and ask him why. Hard to explain, but definitely recognizably different.
He said it is different, and most people don’t catch it. Only for him to pull out ID and say he’s a retired Seargeant and big deal PI from SI. He looked himself up and showed me everything right there.
“Well, shit. So, was this really a chance meeting? Were we really interested in the same vehicle?”
Valid question and you’d have to trust me when I say yes this was just a happy coincidence. (Deep chuckle)
“I mean is really a great line to say I’m a PI from SI.” (My loud laugh).
Look at me, I intimidate everybody. People don’t approach big guys like me and you just talked to me like it was nothing. Conversation was great. A fuckin rarity these days with all the bullshit going on. Breath of fuckin fresh air. That, my dear, is why you got the number. And for me to tell you about my mother and the ladybug spiritual shit. Nobody hears that story.
“Honored.”