My favorite real estate vehicle was my giant, gas guzzling, V-8 Toyota Sequoia SUV. It was stealth real estate agent silver with no identifiable markings (I'm a bit of an aggressive driver, so I have to blend.) One cool feature of this car was that it had extra large, extra cozy second row seating. The leather was firm enough but also smooth and inviting. The ride was very quiet, and the second row seating was far enough away from the driver that you truly felt as though you were gliding along in first class seating.
Enter the real estate buyer. If I had a single buyer, they rode up front with me. We both remained alert and focused on the task at hand: Find the right home and buy it today! The problem arose when I worked with a married couple. Most of the time, the husband politely offered the front seat to his wife, while he climbed into my luxurious, quiet back seat. Can you guess what happened?
Yep, that's right. Many a husband has snoozed his way right through the home buying process because he fell asleep in my back seat. I've had snorers, purrers, raspers and droolers back there. And, you know, the wife and I have never had any problems finding a home while the cats napped.
Oh, I miss that big old beast of a car that could barrel across town and still rock buyers to sleep!
