Real Estate Sales by Phone
I got a call today and yeah, I know, who the hell picks up a phone these days, especially when you don’t have caller ID, but okay, I picked up. Hello? Hello? I usually wait a few seconds before hanging up, but this time I was expecting a call from the mizzus so I gave it a few seconds longer. Finally this low volume, sad sack lethargic voice comes on the line, Hi, I’m Sam, do you want to sell your place? Occasionally I like to stay with these calls, see where they lead, maybe learn some skillsets I can use to market my own stuff. Sam, I admit, didn’t seem promising for sales techniques.
I said sure, I’m dying to sell the place, what you offering? Sam, a little delayed in his response, finally asked if I had a price in mind. Sure do, I said, but I’d rather hear your offer. Long pause. Real long pause. I said, hey Sam, buddy, you still with me here? You awake or should I call 9-1-1 for that overdose antidote for fentanyl. Maybe give me your address. Sam eventually returned to the semi-living, wondered how much I might want to sell my hacienda and land. How about 2 million dollars, Sammy, how’s that work for you? You know where I live, what the place looks like, or is this a cold call?
Sam, no last name, just Sam, seemed to be pondering this. Finally, wearying of the fun, I said, hey, Sam, wake up, you need to up your game a little, show some enthusiasm if you want to scam the unwary, you can’t be drifting off into your own ozone between dialogues. And here’s another suggestion: lay off the drugs or at least tweak the meds down a bit, you’re scaring us potential clientele.
Whether Sam was with me on the last minute of his sales pitch, who could tell? All I know is I missed a great opportunity to make two million dollars. Maybe the next call….
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Tags: Cold Calls, Sales Scams on the Phone, Selling the Shack