Sometimes you just have to catch a working man a break. Weekends are rough for us. After managing logistics and showings for our buyer clients in the morning, we race to our open houses for our sellers.
While fighting traffic to put out sales signs (without hazard pay, mind you), we take the brunt of insults, beeping horns and near misses. But, I'll run across four lanes of traffic for the perfect sign placement.
So, to the gentleman who pointed me out to Chicago's finest last weekend for pulling over with my flashers on Clybourn... to this guy who couldn't go around me... to the guy that really needed to get to Starbucks 10 seconds faster... give me a break.
One day you'll need me to sell your place and you'll wish I'd risk life and limb (and apparently, jail time) to place your signs out.
BTW, the police just shrugged their shoulders. They understand a guy just trying to do his job.
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