In the olden days when I was a newer younger agent, I moved from a traditional broker to RE/MAX with my friends. You know, if your friends jump off the cliff are you going to jump too - I could just hear my Mother's voice and the obvious answer was, well sure!!
So here is a funny story about cold calling in real estate. It is long, but I think you will enjoy it. This is also the reason I am as polite as possible to telemarketers.
The market was changing then, people were scrambling left and right to stay in the business, but many left. I stayed. At the time there was a seminar called Floyd Wickman's Sweathogs. It was the end all get all answer to our prayers. A twelve week program that was going to change our lives. It cost like $800 at the time, all the money on the planet for me, but I managed to get it together and go.
So off we went once a week. There must have been 500 RE/MAX agents from the surrounding metro DC area there at Sweathogs. We all had our books, a hat - I swear - that looked like a fast food restaurant hat that said "No, but I will . . " That meant, no I didn't get a listing this week, but I will. How silly, but we all did it. If you got a listing you didn't have to wear the hat, that in itself was motivation.
There were many scripts and dialogs that we had to learn, when the seller said this, you said that and so on. Homework to do, cold calling because" listings were the name of the game", no matter what the market conditions were.
The call was simple," Mr or Mrs Wojokowski, this is Audrey from RE/MAX are you thinking about selling now or in the near future? " BAM that was it. Just going down the list one after the other. I started doing this, but found out just not my thing, as a matter of fact I totally hated it. My remedy was to hire someone to do it for me. In those days that was pretty forward thinking in the real estate industry, no one really even had assistants back then. So, who do I hire? You know there are all the rules of brokerage and such, I dealt with that with my broker and found the perfect person. Harry.
Harry was retired from IBM and a total bean counter, quiet, tall, wire rimmed glasses never said boo to anyone. He was the best, just went right down the list, calling one after the other right out of the criss cross. I got business like crazy from it. Harry was happy, Audrey was happy everything was lovely.
So one day I walk into the office and the receptionist said, I have been trying to get you there is a man named John Doe who has been calling here for you like crazy? I was puzzled , took his number and went to call John to see if he needed me to come and list his house straight away.
That was not what John wanted. Remember I told you there were 500 RE/MAX agents calling? Well every other company in town was doing Sweathogs too, so the public was barraged with "Hi, are you thinking about selling your house now or in the near future," nightly. Well, Harry found John and struck a nerve.
I called John Doe back. As soon as I said "Hi, this is Audrey" he went off. Not in the super mean screamy way, but just vented to me. He said, "Harry called me last night to ask me if I wanted to sell my house and I said, No, I am so sick and tired of all you agents calling my house to ask me if I want to sell my house. If I want to sell my house I will call you and ask you to come over, don't you all call me and bother me and I have had it and I am so sick of all of you and Harry told me to EAT $%^&!!! " I said, Harry?!! Not Harry, Harry wouldn't say boo to anyone? He said, "Yes he did that is why I called your office yesterday and today."
I just died. So, I apologized all over myself and told him that I would talk to Harry, my brokers and get it resolved, apologized all over myself a little bit more. Then I just had to do it, I asked him if he was thinking about selling or not, but by then we were laughing and it was okay. He was not in the market to sell at the time.
So, I get off the phone and at the time I had an office mate and told her the whole story. She said, "no way, I sit in here with Harry and he is totally polite, yes mam, no sir, thank you. That guy is crazy he must of misunderstood Harry, there is just no way."
I called Harry and said, "Hi, Harry how's it going? " Harry said fine. I asked him if anything unusual happened recently, he said, "no. . . oh there was this one guy I called the other night and all I did was say, Hi, would you like to sell your house now or in the near future and and he went off. He said, I am so sick of you agents calling me and asking me if I want to sell my house, if I want to sell my house I will call you, and was so rude and nasty to me I just told him to EAT $%&^!! " I almost died. Harry, who never says boo to anyone told the guy to EAT $%^&.
I just about fell out of my chair. I told Harry we couldn't do such things and I was sorry the fellow was rude to him, but well we were calling him not the other way around, and it was unacceptable. I called John Doe back, we kissed and made up, everyone was happy and I had a real estate story for sure.
When I turned to my friend, Kathy who was there at night and vowged for Harry's manners, she and I just about fell out of our chairs laughing so hard.
I just died and I still love that story. If you could have known Harry, tall, quiet, wire rimmed glasses it just makes the story even funnier.
A couple of things; always be polite, never assume anything about anyone and telling someone to EAT $%^& , although it gets their attention, is not the best marketing plan!!