Are you kidding! Give up my smart phone
Flashback to the dark ages when my real estate career began. My clients and I looked through a big fat book of listings that arrived at the office on Thursdays. Once they picked out the homes they wanted to view I had to dash to all of the offices where those homes were listed to get the keys. That’s right. We had no key boxes. After I had the keys I would find a pay phone close by to let my clients know that I could let them in to SOME homes. That’s right. Other agents may have had the keys and we couldn’t get in until the keys were returned. If I couldn’t find a pay phone, how else could I reach them? I could go hunt them down at work, drive to their office.
Not only did we didn’t have cell phones, we didn’t have text messaging and not even email. When I met my clients for the property tour they always picked out some house on some street that I never heard of. So I drug out my big old fat book of maps…like Thomas Brothers…and started looking, looking, paging through all those maps in that 500 page book. Each turn took me to a new map 52 pages away, moving from the top of the page, to the side of the page. And after 3 hours I usually found that elusive home that my client didn’t want to see when they looked at it from the street. (We didn’t even get into the driveway!) This was a nightmare. A big time real estate migraine.
When I had a new listing I took my Kodak camera to the home, along with several 4 packs of flash cubes and started clicking away hoping my photos would turn out. Off I’d go next to the local drug store to get the film developed. I prayed that the photos would turn out. 4 or 5 days later I would get the photos back. That’s right 4 or 5 days.
Now I search for properties with my smart phone, call or text my clients, leave a message on their personal phone, add an appointment right then and there, take pictures…really good pictures… send contracts, open doors, take notes…even with my voice, a voice that tells me where to go without that big book of maps. And I’ve always wondered why they didn’t have Richard Burton be that voice telling me where to go instead of that woman!!
Don’t take my smart phone away. I’ve lived the horrors once. My hair turned grey prematurely, my skin sags early from the heaviness of the stress. That’s right! I lost my youth because I didn’t have a smart phone and my hair is thin, too, because I pulled it out. Let me march on to the golden years with a halo visible for my clients to se.
Please, I beg you; don’t take my smart phone away!!
PS. One more thing. Can you hardware folks add a printer to it? Just a teeny-weenie one? And it’ll print out a little paper that immediately puffs up into 8 ½ by 11 glossy laser quality color prints, as many as I want and…and…and