I was showing a beautiful Ocean view Studio to a Cardiologist and his wife when suddenly the door handle fell apart in my hands. Trying to be funny and save the day I said, “and where is a surgeon when you really need one?”
With that, he lept into action and pulled some kind of swiss army surgical bonanza out of his pocket and kneeled down so he could look the door and started performing surgery. I swear on my great Aunt Harry’s grave. He fixed it, right then and there. and then bought the darn place. I sold 6 condos in that summer sight unseen without 1 of them falling out of escrow. What was the trick? Well I had a really cheap bad ebay special digital camera when they first came out. It showed the ocean view about 20 miles farther away than it really was and terribly out of focus. When people came to actually see the place they were so surprised that the waves were so much closer and everything looked so much nicer. Now if I have a pee a boo view I don’t even mention it. I let them discover it. I have learned to downplay the good features rather than point them out.
This whole story is true except I never had an Aunt Harry. Wish I did though
An equally ridiculous story happened to my friend Arn who is with Coldwell Banker in Menlo Park in Northern California…except that my story happens to be true.
