A Little Courtesy Won't Kill You(r Business)

The little old lady took "forever" to cross the street. It was enough to drive the BMW guy nuts. Just as she was lollying up to the curb, he tooted the horn, giving the old soul the shake of her life. She dropped her grocery sack, and her oranges dribbled onto the same path she upon which she had so recently labored.

Of course, by this time the BMW was gone. One wonders about such moments. Perhaps some Quixote could have galloped to her rescue, or or perhaps took off to joust with the vehicle. But I, rather, wonder about a lost opportunity.

Brokers do tend to be courteous on the road. Maybe it is just an extention of the business, but I rather think it comes with the territory -- literally. RE folks spend their days criss-crossing the same town, seeing the same pedestrians, the same motor habits. They know the streets, but above all they know the old lady who has just been scared from here to "who laid the rails". To the BMW guy, she is a visual of waste; to a broker, a pause to allow her to do her transverse may well be that starting point of a new listing.