The other shoe lands with an unsettling thud

After literally years of looking for a pied-à-terre on the Upper West Side, a buyer called me on Friday with words that were music to my ears.

Except I knew better than to ice the champagne.

I had taken her husband, son and daughter-in-law to an open house the previous Sunday — she was out of town — after the couple expressed interest in the condo upon looking at the listing I had sent them.

So far so good.