I was sitting in an office today waiting to speak with a broker. The office was pretty empty except for the broker in the back office, cancelling an escrow for the tall redheaded gentleman sitting across from her. Neither of them looked happy.
But I’ll tell you who did look happy, his 3 year old son running up and down the aisle between all the vacant cubicles. “Looooooook!” he said, showing me a pile of magnetic toys he was dropping all over the place. “Cool,” I said, slightly amused. “Who gave them to you?” “My grammaaa.” “Well that’s nice.” “Yaaaah,” he said, throwing the toys up and down. “I not a babeee any mo. I jusssht a beeg boy now.” “Yeah, you are,” I said, loving the entertainment. Then he looked up at me, his big blue eyes set on my face, his blonde curly hair covering his brow, his rosy, cherubim-like cheeks spreading out into a smile and said, “youuuure a PECKERHEAD!” I. Love. Sales.
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