A Favorable First Impression
"the light goes on...."
Sandy reflected back to that fateful morning.
She hadn't had her morning cup. She was cranky.
The line at the coffee shop had been ridiculous, as usual.
There she was, crawling along in traffic behind a large... mobile coffee shop?
"Too ironic... but interesting", she thought, as the van took the next exit.
"I wonder where they're going?", she mused. "I wish they were going to my office."
Always self aware, Sandy noted that she was in exactly the same frame of mind she dreaded seeing in prospective buyers.
She made the connection between her current state and the caramel cappucino she was missing.
The light went on...
"That coffee truck has to be at my Open House"