So, as you probably already know from prior posts, I’ve got a casita for sale in Westbrook Village. (Blatant plug: it remains the least expensive golf course property in Phase 2, which is Westbrook’s newer side.)
As I drove up to meet with the owners, check out the new paint, install the lockbox and all the rest, I knew that I had sold a property on the same street a couple of years back though I couldn’t quite pinpoint which casita it was.
Come this morning, as I looked through sold listings for my newly revamped Westbrook Village Real Estate website, I discovered exactly where that prior sale took place:
Next door to my new listing.
Just think how awesome it would have sounded during my listing presentation had I said, “Look here, Mr. and Mrs. Seller, I’m so awesome that I sold the place next door to yours! Yep, you can see it from your back porch just like Sarah Palin checking out Russia!”)
Except, the synapses didn’t quite fire in order and I didn’t come up with that little tidbit.
Luckily, it didn’t matter in the slightest because the sellers were more interested in the other half-dozen homes I’ve sold there this year and with the content on my website (which had, until recently, been the category killer for Westbrook Village.)
All of this goes to show, if I actually did have a functioning brain and applied it to self-promotion, I could be dangerous.