Wednesday I went on my very first agent caravan. Since I mostly deal with the property management end of our business I'd not had the need to do this. Right now we have two properties that need to be sold. These would be difficult homes to sell in a good market, now that the market is not so good (read crappy) they are near to impossible to move.
So we all meet at the local title company office. We round table it. Those with something to sell give their pitch. Apparently food is a key ingredient to get agents to come to your listed home. We get a 6 foot subway, some soda and chips and let everyone know there will be chow, please come. Another agent made her famous chili, please come. All properties are logged on to a sheet and they head off to view the homes with food. We head off to the house we have listed to prepare for the agents. The herd of agents descend upon the house, about 15 of them. They eat, they look about, they leave. Maybe 10 minutes. Then that's it. They are gone. The owner is sorely disappointed.
'They didn't stay long. They didn't even see this. Or this. Why didn't you show them that?'
Ok sweet pea, first of all, these are not buyers, these are agents. They are getting a feel for the house. It shows well and has some wonderful features. They were made aware of all of it. Now if they have a buyer that they think will be interested and that refuses to buy what they have listed, you'll be in business. Ok?
All in all the showing went well and we have have 3/4 of a Subway sandwich left over, oodles of chips, and two coolers full of pop.
After that I needed to get some targets for BH. So I walk into Big 5 because we have a new one in town and that is awesome and I ask for targets.
Big 5: Oh yes, over here.
Me: Do you have the ones that look like people?
Big 5: (silence)
Me: He needs to practice his head shots.
Big 5: (even the crickets are silent)
Me: Do you know where I can buy them?
Big 5: No, sorry.
I know it sounds strange but BH has a Concealed Weapons Permit that needs to be renewed and he needs to practice head shots. They make him shoot targets in the head.
I don't make the rules
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That made me chuckle - even the crickets are silent - hahaha.
that was really cute I think too! The crickets were even silent.....
Wow a conceled gun permit...head shots??? Is he a policeman???
Even funnier was the look on her face. I didn't say anything and I'm sure she was curious. I should have said we're practicing for our heist.
Head shots. Sounds like he's a model or something. ;)
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