It's been a long and hot summer. I am pleased with the production and the happy homeowners I have placed and moved. Although, I do remember one day's showings in particular though and now have to "giggle" just a bit.
With a shrug and a sigh and an "oh, well...I'll try again" attitude.
Lake Livingston is a huge MARKET area. My lake is 88.000 surface acres of water in 4 (four) counties. It's big. Like Texas....it's big. Huge that is. An average showing will log over 100 miles with no problem.
Even though I am a seasoned Realtor and have driven many a road here....I still get a bit lost at times. Maybe it's my lack of sense of direction or....the sheer magnitude of acreage I am traveling....hmmm..
I would like to think the latter.
PICTURE THIS...LOL. 103 DEGREE TEXAS DAY ON BLACK PAVEMENT
So, we're driving a back road to the lake and I missed the turn-off. My clients were following me with their children and we were on house number five already. So, to make it easier I did a u~ie in the middle of the deserted road. It looked easy enough but then..........
BAM
My little car dropped completely off the pavement into a ravine that I didn't see....
Client, "well, Deb, you seem to have chosen the one and only place on the road that had a drop-off." We immediately began to work on getting my car unstuck (if there is a word like that) and we all failed miserably.
We tried adding weight to the front for traction...nope.
We tried placing rocks and sticks and debris under the tires for traction...nope.
We tried neutral with everyone pushing...nope.
We tried readjusting the tire direction to gain traction...nope.
I was then calling my roadside service. I said, "could you hurry?" and they said, ..."NOPE."
As it turned out, all of the local tow trucks were assisting an accident. The closest truck that could come was 85 miles away. That's the one they sent.
FINALLY...TWO HOURS LATER.
Unfortunately I was teetering on total destruction AND BLOCKING THE ROAD FOR NORMAL TRAFFIC (which wasn't too much thank heavens) but the disgusting shaking of heads that were looking at me will forever be in my memory bank. Ish.
My lovely clients hung with me till the end. We saw one more house. I managed to get them to leave earnest money and an option check for this house before we parted ways and agreed to wrap it all up by fax.....................
KICKER...
I never heard from them again.
Nope. Not ever. I still have the checks to remind me How "NOT" to sell Real Estate~
It was still a good year! lol.
Later in the rain~Deb
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