Is Selling Real Estate an Aerobic Sport?
Here we are, in the middle of the Winter Olympics and I’m thinking….is there some kind of parallel between Selling Real Estate and an Aerobic Sport?
I live and work in Northern Ohio. We’ve had our share of Snow and Cold Emergencies this year. The Schools have all used up their calamity days and are looking to extend the school year….Booo
Right now the roads are clear and it is a crisp 7 degrees outside. Another winter storm is on the way and I think I am getting a little numb to it all.
Last Friday afternoon, I showed five houses to a new buyer. Some of the houses were vacant, and all were of the two story variety. The first house wasn’t so bad. It was difficult finding parking because the driveway was drifted shut, but there was somewhat of a path to the door. Surprise!....the lockbox was where it was supposed to be and it wasn’t frozen shut….bonus! We toured the first floor, then walked up 14 steps to the second floor. Oh joy, a walk up attic space, another 10 steps. This was followed by a trip to the basement and 12 more steps. Lights were working on all levels. Back up the basement steps and then back down to make sure all the lights were off,… then back up again.
The second house had NO driveway and the snow was hip deep at the curb. Hmmmm….how to cross the mountain without wiping out and how to get the Grandma across. I did the best I could with my shovel in the frozen snow and got everyone safely across to the semi shoveled sidewalk, However, the steps to the front door were under 12 inches of snow and one step morphed into the next. Back to the shovel. Ahhh, finally inside, but no heat on. Same routine…..up the steps to the second level, down the steps to the “scary” basement, back up the steps. Navigate everyone back to the cars.
The Third house….not so bad. The driveway was shoveled as was the path to the fornt door. The steps were icy, but, there was a railing in place to hold onto. Then….NO lockbox. I went down the icy steps, through hip deep snow to the back door where I found THE LOCKBOX. It did open and I did get into the house. Again….the steps, lots and lots of steps. Exit the back door, wade through hip deep snow again, trying carefully to step in my old footprints,…not successful.
By now the snow had made it’s way into my boots and my pants were getting wet……Not getting happier yet.
House four was a dream….except for those darn steps….always so many steps. I had to give my clients credit, they were troopers and kept right up with me…..even Grandma.
House five had a long driveway that had not been plowed. I decided to bull my way through and find the darn door with the lockbox. My clients followed me……Again, the deep snow and we made it to the back door and the lockbox. Lockbox was frozen solid. I keep a soft mallet in my car for such occasions, but even that was no match for this lockbox.
By now, we were all partially frostbitten, wet and everyone had to use the bathroom. So…back through the deep snow and back out of the driveway. Miraculously nobody got stuck and nobody got killed backing onto a major thoroughfare.
Alas, none of the houses we saw were “the one” they were hoping to find.
More adventures await us on our next trip out.
So I ask you, does this sound like your days in the Great North and,… should Selling Real Estate constitute an aerobic sport?