Today I went into a gallery with my book (read portfolio) and was summerly rejected. Too aggressive, we prefer landscapes, street photography won't sell, etc. I'm used to rejection but it always smarts.
Well, while doing some downloads at the coffee house and I see a fellow and his wife checking out my bike. As the conversation progresses to what each do for a living, it turns out he is the silent owner of the gallery (and a lawyer during the day) from which I was just rejected. He goes through my book and buys three prints right here. Ha! I made no mention I had been there today, and he told me to go to his gallery tomorrow and say he sent me. I love it, top of the world, smug in fact. Felt so good I passed out free prints to the poor souls working behind the counter. Good way to end the day.