Ok, so it’s not your standard answer when your honeybun asks, "What do you need at the store, dear?" Nevertheless, that’s what my husband, Kelley, came home with the other day.
Our new home has an enclosed side porch that, when added on years ago, was not connected to our central air conditioning unit. While conducting our home inspection last March, my inspector turned on the existing through-the-wall AC unit, which emitted a disgusting smell reminiscent of burning rubber. (And you were wondering what the term "as is" means?)
So, in anticipation of another hot, muggy DC summer, Kelley headed out to Sears to find a replacement unit. While standing in line waiting to pay for his purchase, he overheard a conversation between the two gentlemen in line behind him. They were disappointed at not being able to find the right real estate agent to represent them in the sale of a DC property.
Now, Kelley is well-trained and knows that if he finds a new client for me, there’s a steak dinner and a bottle of wine in it for him, so he turned and volunteered that his wife was in the business, adding that we even lived near the property they were discussing. Delighted, one of the gentlemen asked if he had my business card. Alas, he did not.
An unhappy ending, you think? Well, think again! When Kelley came home with his Sears receipt and handed it to me, on it was scribbled the name and phone number of the property owner. I called him and made an appointment for later in the week - and gave Kelley a handful of my business cards.
Now, I can’t say that this is going to happen often, or even that it will translate into a listing and a sale, but I do know that it’s nice to have an advocate in the checkout line at Sears. Maybe tomorrow I should send him to Home Depot...
