So I’m walking my dogs and I get a call. I’d like to ask you some questions about your Artesia listing, the realtor says. I answer, what would you like to know? She says, well, how many bedrooms does it have? I say, don’t you have the mls listing? I lost it and I’m in a hurry, she answers gruffly. OK…well I hate to say this but one of the dogs just pooped and I have to pick it up…can you hang on? This is ridiculous, she blurts out, I’m in a hurry! Just hang on, I plead. Moments later, I’m back and I tell her it has 2 bedrooms and 2 ½ baths. What color is the master bedroom, she asks with what I can only image is a straight face. What! Are you serious? My clients hate mauve, she responds. Well…I hate to say this but…my other dog pooped. But I need to ask you more questions, she says in a building panic! Look, I say, it’s dark out and if I don’t pick up the poop immediately I’ll loose it to the darkness and these are my best neighbors, and besides, I don’t think I can carry on a conversation with you and look at poop at the same time. She’s pissed now (no pun intended). This is ridiculous, she yells, I need to know the color of that bedroom right now…what the hell kind of a Realtor are you anyway?! Now I’m pissed. Look lady, I yell, (must be the New York in me) whether I’m looking at the poop or talking to you, I’M STILL DEALING WITH A PIECE OF SHIT! Click. Ok…maybe I was just a bit unprofessional there but in today’s’ age of cell phones it’s possible to do business anywhere, anytime. The lesson taught all you Realtors out there: learn when not to answer the phone!
Mori Biener, CRS, GRI
Mr. Neighborhood of the South Bay
South Bay Brokers, Manhattan Beach, CA
310-418-9188
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