Yeah, I'm doing what it takes to get it done in the good ol' neighborhood.
Today, when I went outside to go walking (my first workout in, oh, 4 months? That's a whole other story), I noticed a minivan in the driveway next door and a man and woman in the front yard, and I immediately thought, "Opportunity!"
So I smiled and said hello, and when the man - in his fifties, same as the woman - looked to be talking to me, I removed my earphones and happily answered their questions. Never mind my green Nike shorts and wintry pink hat (I prefer the term raspberry as a descriptor).
"Is this a good neighborhood?" he wanted to know. Yes, certainly, we've lived here two and a half years and love it.
"Are there lots of kids?" Not knowing whether kids were a plus or a minus, I was careful: "Oh, yes - but most of them are on the lower streets."
"We're looking for our daughter, she has three." Indeed! I'm expecting a little boy, and on the other side of us they've got a one-and-a-half year old little boy and a little girl who will be five in May.
"Oh! Ava's four." (And apparently their daughter's youngest, a little boy, is 5 months old.) "So it's a nice area?" Yes, yes, it is. Many of the people in the neighborhood have lived here for years - that house, he's been here since the 70s; they've been there forever, there across the street; down there, she grew up next door where her mother still lives, then she bought that house and raised her kids there.
Anyway, here's what I want to know: if this couple's daughter buys the place, who do I see about my commission?