That's the Bentley, in the spring. The goal is to be there by the time the trees , buying and selling property is (or should be) an Summer Olympic event - high hurdles for the middle aged....
Cue Olympic music...
In Lane One, the Bentley agent, shaking hands with everyone on the track, and asking "Isn't it a great day?" Back on his track slot, he waves at the crowd and dangles a key ring at the group. "Just don't embarass us!"
In Lane Two, the real estate agent who is handling both the purchase of the condo and the sale of our home. She has opted to run in both directions at the same time, while talking on her iPhone. She 's focused on both goals, and we have an ambulance standing by.
In Lanes Three and Four, the photographer and the closer respectively. The closer, in Lane Four, will be assuring that all attendees today are looking their best, and making sure no one has left any wires or silly things out. Please remove from your area all clutter and hide this clutter in places where three months from now you'll be surprised what you've got. Lane three's Photographer will trail behind the closer, and take pictures of everything around her. Please stand where you are and act like a couch. No fidgeting.
And in Lane Five, the lucky couple who are depending on all the other racers so that they can beat or at least tie, the runner who is in Lane 6 who wants to buy the couple's house, should that runner ever arrive.
And there is no one in the sixth lane.
The real estate agent in Lane Two calls out on "On Your Mark!"
The couple turns in surprise. "What?"
"Wait!" the couple calls as they reached for their cleaning supplies. "We're not ready!"
"Not ready?" says the agent. "I'll just sell it to other people. Great day, huh?"
The couple turns to see a line of people behind them. "Come on", said the one in the front, "get out of the way! We're looking for houses!
And the race is on. The couple just stands there. "What?"