David, Zack, and I spent the morning at a fancy car show plugging folionow.

I went into the main showroom with a handfull of business cards because we were planning on leaving and I wanted to make sure to hand them out to the photographers.

And then I locked eyes with HIM.

You know…Fabio.

And he smiled back at me. We were only two feet away from each other.

Of course, I quickly ran back to where David and Zack were packing.

“Fabio’s here. As in ‘Fabio’ Fabio.”

They didn’t believe me. They said it was a race car driver that lived in Scottsdale that looks like Fabio. I protested. I knew I saw him. They went into the main showroom, came back, and told me that he wasn’t Fabio.

David called over the media director to prove me wrong because of my insistence.

“What’s the name of the race car driver in there who looks like Fabio?”

“That is Fabio. He owns the gray Porcshe next to the yellow one. He’s one of our best customers.”

Don’t tell me I don’t know Fabio when I see him.