The Day I Got Pulled Over With My First Buyer in the Front Seat (Yes, Really)
Let me set the scene:
CUE THE REALIZATION: THEY WERE FOR ME.
By Jenn Jenkins | Co-Founder, Brokers Hub Realty
You always remember your first client. The nerves, the hope, the sense that this might be the start of something big and, if you’re me, the flashing red-and-blue lights in your rearview mirror.
It was one of my very first rounds of showings as a newly licensed agent. I had studied, prepped, double-checked my route, and even cleaned out my car like I was hosting a dinner party in the front seat. I was determined to be the agent who had it all together.
We were mid-conversation, chatting about layouts, lighting, and life. My buyer was riding shotgun, and we had a rhythm going, until I saw the lights. At first, I assumed they weren’t for me. There’s no way, I thought. I wasn’t speeding. I had a full tank of gas. I didn’t roll through a stop sign. What could it be?
What Jenn’s story shows
But here’s what I learned:
We were mid-conversation, chatting about layouts, lighting, and life.
Apparently, my registration was expired.
Professionalism isn’t about never messing up. It’s about how you carry yourself when the plan falls apart.
Flashing lights and all.
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