In 2007 I was buying a six pack of beer at a liquor store in North Park. The man behind the register was wearing a name-tag that indicated he was a Realtor. I assumed he was wearing it as a joke.
“Are you really a Realtor?” I asked
“Yes” he replied “Would you like to buy a house?”
I said no, but nonetheless he slipped his business card into my change and told me to call him when I was ready.
