Story of a Boston broker at the Supermarket
One thing I need to work on is multi-tasking. Let me start from the beginning. I’m at the supermarket and my cell rings, it was one of my Beacon Hill apartment landlords. As I was on my cell, I noticed an elderly lady who seemed to be following me wherever I went. As I moved from each aisle, there she was, smiling at me. At this point, I was wondering if she was interested in me.
As I was checking out the cookie aisle, I felt a tap on my shoulder. As I turned around, it was the same lady. “Sir,” she finally said, I didn’t want to bother you on your real estate call, but you have my shopping cart.”
