Cold Call

So today I got a nice lead about a lady who had recently purchased a house. I had never met this person but with a little nudging from my buddy I got the directions and decided I would just do the old cold call and knock on her door.

So with my best door to door encyclopedia salesman attitude I went and found the house and knocked at 11am local time. I figured someone must be home since I saw 3 pairs of flip flops strewn about on the porch. So I knocked again.

Then after a minute just before I was going to walk off, I heard a little stirring in the house and so I stayed. A lady answered the door in her pajamas (yes pajamas not lingerie) and I had obviously woken her up at the crack of 11am. Needless to say it was not the bright cheery eyed new home owner I was looking for but a hung over party girl/trust fund baby that was not sure what she was going to do with the property and why do I need a property manger for this duplex and beach cabana on my land exactly.

As I left my card and told her to call if she wanted some help marketing her property I could not help but think to myself. If only I had been better prepared. In Roatan when calling on customers at 11AM maybe I should have a carafe of bloody marys, just in case.