Juvenile Delinquent
Copyright© 2020 by Buffalo Bangkok
Chapter 45
It’s crazy, how incredibly cosmic and random everything really is. How one day, one chance encounter, can change everything. And I soon had another encounter that would forever alter my life’s trajectory.
At the gym, as I walked by the chest press, a dude, around my age and also squat, with close-cropped hair, had asked me, while I was passing by, if I could spot him on the chest press, and we got to talking; I found that he was a rare local, a fellow Florida boy, actually from the Sarasota area, not a transplant, snowbird, or tourist.
When I asked what line of business he was in, he hesitated for a second, furtively looked away. Then he swung his gaze back to me and, with a deadpan look, told me straightforwardly that he was in the funeral services industry. Was the manager of a funeral home.
“A reliable business, recession proof,” I quipped, and we shared a laugh, which obliterated the tension. I was thinking he probably received strong responses when people heard of his job, and he was visibly relieved that I didn’t have qualms.
When I told him I was a loan officer, he perked up. He’d been thinking of branching out, leveraging, and buying into the franchise of funeral homes that he worked for, he told me. I told him I could possibly set him up. And thus, a business partnership was born.
The franchise he worked for was profitable, highly so. And I decided to take things a step further and join him, use some cash I’d saved to buy in as well, and was able to secure financing, not from my company, but another (mine had passed on the idea, so we went to another bank and were successful in our proposal).
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