Big Brother

Yesterday, Andrew was driving out of town on his way to Pittsburgh. He took the rural route to the interstate passing an area we think is really beautiful. And he saw a “for sale” sign for a house on a hill overlooking meadows and woods. It’s not that we’re looking to move. But for an old house on a hill with some land, we could be convinced. Easily.

So I drove there – it’s about 15 minutes from here – to pick up a flyer. The house wasn’t old, as we thought, but it was nice. With a view to die for. So I called the “hotline” number on the flyer to find out the price (affordable!) and went home to see the virtual tour online. The tour was done quite well – I saw a beautiful, spacious kitchen and some really nice spaces with terrific wood floors and great details throughout. I emailed the tour to a friend. I called Andrew on his cell phone to talk about it. We were on the fence. Probably, it wasn’t close enough to our dream house to make a move.

This morning, the phone rang. It was the listing agent for the house. He asked for me by name. (I hadn’t left a message or called his direct line.) Ewww. I asked him if he got my name and number from me calling the info line. And of course, that is where he got it. I told him I thought it was creepy. (though smart, but I didn’t tell him that.) He told me that he has 3 contracts on the house, but that if I’m looking, he’d be happy to help. (shock.) If he hadn’t been so easy to talk to, I’d have hung up right then. But he was lovely. I found myself telling him about the house that we dream about and he said he’d keep his eyes open.

The upshot? Smart (albeit creepy) use of technology with a huge dose of listening might get him a client.

Anyone know a good moving company?