After the Relocation company gave us the go ahead to pick a Realtor, well I mean pick from the two options they gave us, we made the appointments and we were on our way. Realtor number 1, was a very nice mature woman, takes one to know one, and seemed to know real estate marketing. She was very complementary about the house. Loved my sewing room! We watched videos about her company, looked at comps in the area and took some pictures. She did a market analysis and sent it to the Relocation company.
Realtor number 2 came two days later. Younger man who seemed to really know the housing development and even went through a few of the houses for sale in the neighborhood before he met with us. Very impressed! He talked a lot about us, our house, the market, his company and we did a walk through, took pictures and gave us hope. After the last move we needed that the most. He did not like my sewing room the best, points off, he did like the garage, points from my husband. He did a market analysis and sent it to the Relocation company.
After Realtor number 2 left, my dear sweet husband looked at me and said, "Gigi, What is that on your shirt?" Well, I had just put the shirt on before the Realtor came, because I had painting clothes on. It was a new shirt that I just pulled out of the closet and there in all its glory down the front of my shirt was the Med size sticker. It was on my shirt the whole time I was talking and giving a tour to Realtor number 2. Of course my husband waits until he leaves to tell me. I was soooooo embarrassed.
The next morning I told my daughter about it on our morning phone call, and she thought it was hilarious. Until she called me yesterday afternoon. It is very rare that I get a call from her on a weekday at lunch time, so I was concerned that something was wrong. She said, "Mom, Remember the sticker on your shirt story? I have one better. I went to work today and after being here for several hours I walked past a mirror and realized that I didn`t finish putting on my make up this morning. I didn't even rub in my foundation all the way, and I looked like I had a skin disease. I am on my way home for lunch, and to finish putting on my make up".
She wins!
Oh, just in case you were wondering, we picked Realtor number 2.
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