I Forgot My Wife, But It Was Totally Unintentional
Early in my real estate career, I did lots of Open Houses. Most week-ends I conducted at least one on Sundays. A few times I did one on Saturday and another on Sunday.
Anyway, initially I did them by myself. I had no listings of my own then and other agents were happy to have their listings get a bit more exposure and to demonstrate to their clients that some marketing activity was being generated for their home.
One weekend, during this early period, my wife decided to help me at an Open House. The home was occupied and I wanted another pair of eyes to help me. She's not a licensed agent so I gave her the briefing about what she could not say to keep us out of trouble with the Real Estate Commission, my Broker, and potential Buyers.
I wasn't smart enough to have a real system, and checklists. I'd heard that such a process was a good practice, but I had not bought into that yet. I did have a routine that I thought worked. I developed flyers for the property, learned all the details about the house, learned about the floor plan, schools that served the area, and other homes for sale in the area.
I conducted a map recon to figure out the strategic locations for directional signs, and the all important blue and white Coldwell Banker balloons. Having the correct number of signs pointing in the right direction is not a detail to be left to chance. And, of course, getting the balloon to sign ratio accurately computed would, I'm sure, have brought a smile to my elementary math teachers.
So on the day in question I had the wife, directional signs, sign-in sheets for the many potential buyers who would be coming to the Open House, the flyers for the home being held open, information regarding other homes that were on the market in the area, and a back seat full of balloons.
I liked to use helium for the balloons. The broker had a tank that agents could use for this purpose. I liked to fill my balloons and leave the office about an hour before the Open House was to begin. We filled the balloons and headed out. On this day it was a short trip. The distance between my office, or the balloon filling station, and the site of the Open House was only about three miles.
As I approached the area, I stopped the car and began placing the signs and balloons as planned. The wife offered to get out to assist with the placing the signs, but I asked her to remain in the car as the placing of signs was best left to me since the ground was hard. Also her shoes and attire were not really very well suited for what I needed to have done. In addition, she had not yet been briefed on the balloon to sign ratio.
I think it was on stop #3 I got out placed the sign and balloons, jumped back in the car and moved on to stop #4. What I failed to realize was, the wife was not in the car. She got out at stop #3 to place a sign and balloons, in an attempt to "help me." I did not realize this until I was on the way to stop #4.
I did go back to stop #3 to get her. I tried to explain that I was focused on the tasks that I needed to accomplish for a successful Open House and had asked her to remain in the car. She did not buy it, and to this day, almost six years later, should she be irked at me for something, the issue of my leaving her along the side of the road is likely to come up.
I forgot my wife, but it was totally unintentional.
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