I was out showing homes last summer.  The sky was bue, the birds chirping and you could hear kids playing in the Street.   I was showing an aggressive investor a building in a neighborhood that was on the rebound.  The city of Newburgh is undergoing some great revitalization and my investor was excited to see some areas that are on the up-swing.

We had viewed a listing which could easily be consider the "worst place to live in the entire world" and were standing outside in the sun, trying to burn the bugs off of ourselves.  There had been a young lady standing next to us for a while whom seemed to be a little out of place.  She was dressed in a provocative manner and had been staring at the 3 of us for some time, always keeping her eye out for the gentleman on the corner who in turn was keeping an eye on her.

All of a sudden in the middle of going over the purchase paper work the doors of the car in front of us fly open and men storm out onto the streets.  With no warning at all half dressed women were running and screaming in all directions one even did a "dukes of hazard" type of slide across the hood of my car.  Police were screaming and threatening the use of mace and girls were running down the street in their underwear.  Unbeknownst to me and the other agent the downstairs apartment was being used as a "House of Ill-repute".

The police had chosen that day to crack down on crime in that area.  The other agent and my investor didn't seem to mind the going's on, but I said "I am getting the hell out of here".  "My face is on my business card and this is the last thing in the world I want to be in the paper for."  I will see you later.  That deal never made it to the table.

Suffice to say I was the hit of the team meeting the following Tuesday as I provided the warning  - Know the area you are showing.