There I said it and I'm not taking it back. It's almost laughable that we natives seem to come to a screeching halt when we get a trickle of water on our windshields. This happens not only on our freeways, but open houses, broker tours, caravans, all get canceled as well.
Last week I did what every Realtor typically does in preparation for an open house. You know, the scheduling, coordinating with the owner, ad in the newspaper, research in the neighborhood for comps, shopping for sweets and beverages to offer the public and door knocking a few days ahead of time to prepare the neighbors for the flood of cars that will be filtering in and out of their neighborhood.
Let me be very clear what happened the day of my open house...a rain had come through the night before depositing a nice wet blanket on our streets. I woke to slick roads, but certainly no real rain, perhaps a slight drizzle at best. I proceeded to finish my open house preparations by hauling all my signs from my storage into the trunk of my car, packed the car with my brochures on the property, and loaded up the sweets for the public consumption. I headed out to grab a quick bite to eat (as I don't feel it appropriate that I be chomping on a Subway sandwich when I greet the public).
As I'm walking into Subway, my cell phone rings and it's the seller calling to see if I'm still holding the open house. By this time there is no longer even a drizzle so I tell her that I'm almost there and will be arriving at our scheduled time. At this point in the conversation we get the proverbial pregnant pause before the seller informs me that she doesn't want people walking on her carpets after the rain. Although I assure her that I'll be asking the public to remove footwear, she still insists on canceling.
I went home and watched (very appropriately I might add) Gone With The Wind...