When I was a little kid, my dad had this old set of poker chips. There were red, white and blue ones built into a little round thing with a handle on top. I remember playing poker as a pre-teen with my friends. I also remember winning a lot. I didn’t do it by bluffing or anything that actually had anything to do with the game itself. What I got good at was studying my friends. It’s pretty darn easy to win when you can tell if your pals have a good hand or not. My dad always told me I was pretty good at reading people and seeing their motives. That has been a useful skill in my career as a realtor. 

I remember a sale many years ago with a great realtor. He did everything he should have done. My clue about the buyer’s motivation was the closing date.  It was the Friday before school started back after Christmas break. Sure, most real estate deals close on a Friday. What made this one stand out to me was how soon it was. Not the usual 30-45 days out. This one was just about 2.5 weeks out. So, I hit Facebook, and sure enough there was a person with the same name with school aged kids who lived in the same surrounding town that was on the check for the earnest money. I also knew that most seller’s wouldn’t want to be moving out of their home the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day. We stood firm and got our price.

I had another deal like that. My listing was in the only neighborhood in its price range to have the very desirable school district that it did. We got an offer so low that we didn’t even counter. The buyer’s realtor told us the reason for the low offer was due to the perceived poor condition of the house. I figured they must really want to be in this school district. I mean, there were tons of new/newer houses within walking distance of this one, but they were in a different school district. I don’t know why somebody would pick a house they didn’t like that much when they can get a better house for the same money. It had to be school district. I went online to see what all choices this buyer had in that school district. The only other house was one with a crazy steep driveway…….so I knew we could hold firm to our price. We did and we got it, despite the other realtor’s great effort to get it for less.

From the lines of that old Kenny Rogers song, “You gotta know when to hold ’em.  Know when to fold ’em.  Know when to walk away.  Know when to run.”