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Our office has a listing for a nice house not too far from where I live, and I asked the listing agent if he would let me do an open house;
On Sunday I set out the signs and got the house ready, turning on the lights and opening the drapes to show the view and sat there doing some paperwork hoping a live client might show up. Business was pretty slow and I'd do anything to make a sale, when suddenly there was a knock on the front door and a masculine voice called out asking if he could come in and take a look.
I showed the gentleman the living room and kitchen, and then we started down the hall to see the rest of the floor plan.
There was a room they were using as an office, and then a spare bedroom next to a guest bath.
At the end of the hall was the LARGE master bedroom, with its own bath with an enclosed shower. Off the bedroom was a sliding door leading to a patio with a hot tub, from which I had removed the cover letting the steam escape the inviting hot water on this cold winter day.
The room was a delight and the big master bed looked most inviting as I turned to him, standing close, and asked if he was interested, adding that I lived nearby and could be of further service if needed in getting situated
I already had his name and phone number from a registry list I placed near the front door, on which I made him sign in before I let him enter.
Our office has a listing for a nice house not too far from where I live, and I asked the listing agent if he would let me do an open house;
On Sunday I set out the signs and got the house ready, turning on the lights and opening the drapes to show the view and sat there doing some paperwork hoping a live client might show up. Business was pretty slow and I'd do anything to make a sale, when suddenly there was a knock on the front door and a masculine voice called out asking if he could come in and take a look.
I showed the gentleman the living room and kitchen, and then we started down the hall to see the rest of the floor plan.
There was a room they were using as an office, and then a spare bedroom next to a guest bath.
At the end of the hall was the LARGE master bedroom, with its own bath with an enclosed shower. Off the bedroom was a sliding door leading to a patio with a hot tub, from which I had removed the cover letting the steam escape the inviting hot water on this cold winter day.
The room was a delight and the big master bed looked most inviting as I turned to him, standing close, and asked if he was interested, adding that I lived nearby and could be of further service if needed in getting situated
I already had his name and phone number from a registry list I placed near the front door, on which I made him sign in before I let him enter.
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