It was 2:35 p.m. at an Open House, one beautiful Sunday afternoon. The agent was thrilled to see so many viewers enter the home in less than an hour. She was busy answering questions about square footage and upgrades, when Mr. Minor 7 walked in.
With guitar (aka notebook) in hand, he proceeded to browse the house with admiration in his eyes. Picking up a flyer along with the agent's business card, complimenting her on the simple yet stylish look, he proceeded to view the property. The agent continued to assist viewers with property and area questions and noticed Mr. Minor 7 had proceeded outside to make a phone call.
When an Open House is filled with viewers, the time seems to fly by, and the positive property comments elevate the moment. While jotting down a question for the seller, the agent began to hear a "song" in the not too far distance. It was Mr. Minor 7 commenting on the reviews he read about the agent. He proceeded to ask how she was able to help a family buy a home and sell their home in 6 days AND assist a couple with the sell their home while they were out of the country.
As much as the agent enjoyed providing information about the beautiful home her sellers entrusted her with, she was delighted to take a few minutes to indulge in the topic at hand. The agent had to admit she was enjoying the melodious tune of the conversation.
One note after another, Mr. Minor 7 appeared to have done his research on the agent. Knowing how many sales she had in the last year, the continuing education she pursued to assist military families when relocating, and much more. Mr. Minor 7 seemed to be an experienced player.
The musical notes continued to compliment the agent's hard work, however, one note caught her attention. Mr. Minor 7 asked if the agent worked with investors. She stated that she has experience working with investors and inquired if he was interested in short or long term investments. The tune seemed to be changing quickly and the serenade was fading.
With a swift statement, Mr. Minor 7 asked the agent if she would send him "Expired Listings." The agent, falling out of the serenade trance, gave a questioned response, "How will that assist you?" Mr. Minor 7 appeared a little frustrated at this point, replying, "I don't know why you can't send me Expired Listings."
Luckily, the agent had heard similar music before and gracefully declined the next song.