TWO-THIRTY-TWO p.m. I am finally finished composing the Craigslist ad for my vacantly-waiting apartment. It is so in need of a happy dweller. At two-thirty-seven p.m. my little white business phone rings. "I just saw your ad on Craigslist," the caller says in a rush. "When would I be able to see it?"
Arrangements are made for a prompt showing. I hang up, very satisfied with myself. Five minutes later my little white business phone rings again. "I'm looking for an apartment, and I saw your ad posted on Craigslist," says the caller. "It sounds like just what I'm looking for! I'd like to take a look."
Humming a little tune, I check my email. Great Holiday Frenzy, I've already got an email response, too. "Hi. My name is Lindsay. I'm very interested in this apartment. I'm going out of the area for the holiday weekend. Could I see it on Tuesday?"
I give a call to the phone number Lindsay's provided, and we arrange a showing this very afternoon; she realized sadly that Tuesday could be too late! By the time I get back to my email messages, there is another eager apartment hunter there.
Now I'm counting my chickens before they are hatched! I've got three separate parties who will be climbing the carpeted steps late this afternoon. And two more prospects in a holding pattern. Three single women will be listening to my "and-here-you-have-the-kitchen" address.
I'm doing a little dance around my own kitchen...
(mentally speaking, but I'm considering physically, too).
Bring on the holiday!