Home Sweet Home: Broker Goes Extra Mile--Literally

Before you think that this is a sappy story that tugs at the heart strings, it's not.

I blew it. Listen to this.

I have been working, building a good relationship with a potential seller who wants to sell a home Union City CA. http://www.tricityhome.com We will feature it on our site soon. The other day, at the office, I ran some comparable properties on the MLS so that I could update the market value for the home soon to be listed. A property came up that I knew I should preview in order to get a good indication of the market and how we might compare our property to the one on my computer screen.

I called the agent, set the appointment, and off I went. Wait, better idea. Call the future seller that I have been working with, and invite her to the listing preview with me so she could see for herself how her property compares. I did. I showed up at her door and off we went--or so I thought.

In haste, we did the car scramble. That's where you do the dialogue.
She says, "Do you want to just get in my car or do I follow you." Never being in her car before, I thought quickly.
"No, that's okay," I thought, what if she was just being polite, but wanted to just drive by herself? "I could just follow you. I have to run to an appointment right after anyway." That part was true.
She then said, "Okay, I know where it is. Just meet me there."
We both hopped in our respective cars and started to drive. She drove. I did not.
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R. My car would not start.
She turned the corner and went out of site.
I kept cool while my mouth dropped. My car would start. I'm sure it will--in a minute.
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R. Nope.
Okay, should I embarrassingly call her on her cell? Nope. She didn't bring it.
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R. Argh.
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R. Aaargh!

Okay! It's a good thing I run in the mornings, but in my black leathers? Here goes!
Out in the rain, I ran off to the new listing. Let me tell you that either I am soft, or shoes make a big difference in performance. Huffing and puffing I arrived at the property where my seller was waiting. She was surprised to say the least. I talked and explained the best I could injecting humor mixed in with an uncontrollable cough. I'm pretty well-liked by all my clients, and after mixing a bit more humor and coughs, I still had her won over perhaps more out of pity than professionalism.

"This will be a good dinner story to tell your husband when he gets home--something to talk about at least." I said. She laughed as well as I.

Our meeting was humiliating, but a success (face time is always good). My car eventually started, and off I drove, like a fool in the rain.

by Jeff Pereyda