It was a pretty cute house, vacant and on electronic lockbox. Box near the side door on the right side of the house facing the street.
OK, that sounds pretty easy. I meet my buyer at the house, pull out my little magic lock box opener, and wait! I see a combination box on the rail by the side door. And there is no electronic box in sight.
So I call the first listing agent. On vacation. Her message says she's in Europe until mid-June. I feel a little jealous. Where is she? Paris? Rome?
Next I call listing agent Number 2. She's out of town and left the number of the guy covering for them.
Then I call cover guy. No answer. No message to welcome me to his voice mail. When I called the office, the agent who answered the phone was kind enough to give me his email address and said he was compulsive about his Blackberry. So I emailed him.
I felt myself metomorphizing into an angry green tinged type-A wacko agent!
Neighbors came out and tried to find us the key that they had under somebody's door mat, but no luck! And then, as I was about to do a type-A pollen dance, cover guy called me.
"Look on the exterior hose bib on the west side of the house," he said. And I couldn't find it. He finally walked me over the phone to the lockbox location, and there it was!
Now, they forgot that there were bulbs planted all around the hose bib. They've been growing like weeks with the Seattle style rain we've been having. They were eating the pretty blue electronic lockbox, and it was really hard to find.
So, all you listing agents, if you want to put the lockbox in a "discreet" location, put better information in your showing instructions, like
"Bring your machete!"