“There Goes My Realtor!”
Admittedly, the intended effect is for clients who see me in and around the neighborhood where I live (by Cedar Lake in Minneapolis) to see my car on the road and say, “There Goes My Realtor!”
But, my custom license plate (above) is also a conversation-starter when I’m parked.
Like yesterday near Lake of the Isles, where a builder who has an upcoming listing saw my car and asked if I was a Realtor.
I know what to do from there . . . 🙂
P.S.: Did you hear about the parents of a newborn who wanted to name their son after the Mom’s father?
They called the baby “Grandpa.”