My name is Al. And to put it simply, I gotta go. No, not to the little guy's room. I gotta get out of my house. Maybe a little detail's in order.
I live in Atlanta. More specifically, Milton, next door to Alpharetta, just north of Atlanta. I'm flying solo right now. My wife and two kids followed an opportunity to Austin, Texas. We've been apart for nine months. To put it plainly, it sucks. So what to do?
Well, I could drop everything and follow the family to Austin...not an option in these economic times. I could sneak away in the dead of night with tent in tow, leave a cryptic sign on the front door, and follow my inner Jack Kerouac. Yeah, right.
Bottom Line? The home's gotta go. And, therefore, so do I.
Now don't get me wrong...the house is gorgeous. It's our dream home. Well, it was. But it will be somebody's. And why not? It's wall-to-wall impeccable style...five bedrooms that could each have their own zip code. Four bathrooms, no waiting (families can relate, I'm sure.) A kitchen that Paula Deen would drool over...yes, really. All on a tree-lined, one acre lot in the middle of one of Georgia's famous equestrian communities. Nuff said.
So where do we go from here? In my case, out the door. In your case? Well, here's where it gets really interesting. And, for you, potentially very profitable.
Here's the skinny: You help me get a closing on this house, and I'll give you a $5,000 finder's fee that will be remitted to you one week after the completed closing. This is a one-time payout of $5,000. No more. No less. That's right. Five Big Ones. Five G's. Five Large. Five K. Heck, call it High-Five for all I care...I'll pay it.
Just direct the buyer to my agent. The buyer will need to reference you and mention "Al's Gotta Go." My agent knows all about this, so no issues there.
It's clean. Painless. My bags are already packed. Let the game begin.
I live in Atlanta. More specifically, Milton, next door to Alpharetta, just north of Atlanta. I'm flying solo right now. My wife and two kids followed an opportunity to Austin, Texas. We've been apart for nine months. To put it plainly, it sucks. So what to do?
Well, I could drop everything and follow the family to Austin...not an option in these economic times. I could sneak away in the dead of night with tent in tow, leave a cryptic sign on the front door, and follow my inner Jack Kerouac. Yeah, right.
Bottom Line? The home's gotta go. And, therefore, so do I.
Now don't get me wrong...the house is gorgeous. It's our dream home. Well, it was. But it will be somebody's. And why not? It's wall-to-wall impeccable style...five bedrooms that could each have their own zip code. Four bathrooms, no waiting (families can relate, I'm sure.) A kitchen that Paula Deen would drool over...yes, really. All on a tree-lined, one acre lot in the middle of one of Georgia's famous equestrian communities. Nuff said.
So where do we go from here? In my case, out the door. In your case? Well, here's where it gets really interesting. And, for you, potentially very profitable.
Here's the skinny: You help me get a closing on this house, and I'll give you a $5,000 finder's fee that will be remitted to you one week after the completed closing. This is a one-time payout of $5,000. No more. No less. That's right. Five Big Ones. Five G's. Five Large. Five K. Heck, call it High-Five for all I care...I'll pay it.
Just direct the buyer to my agent. The buyer will need to reference you and mention "Al's Gotta Go." My agent knows all about this, so no issues there.
It's clean. Painless. My bags are already packed. Let the game begin.
