First time ever talking with the neighbor. His wife almost hit me earlier with her truck. I kind of waved my hands in the air like, “yeah yeah yeah” then realized it was my neighbors that live across the street, that I see everyday, and never talk to. What was I doing in the middle of street? Talking with a client about her Save the Date Photoshoot on Sunday. Point of this whole thing. I went over across the street later to apologize, “I’m sorry I kind of told off your wife, when she almost hit me with her car.” He was cool about it, appreciated that I took the time out of my day to apologize. Got to talking, told him I was Boston, came to TX with an idea. He stop me there. Before I could say another thing, “Gabe, you have an idea . ..Go to Dallas.”
…Last thing I said, before I stepped off the driveway, “Maybe I was supposed to be in the Middle of the street.” Who knows…
