We saw the house late on December 23rd. It was very late and both my client and I had our families in the cars. We agreed to meet at his workplace the next morning.
I didn't give it much thought until I parked in the Superior Court parking lot. I hesitated a little as I got out of my truck and walked toward the courthouse. I wondered where we were going to meet. It occurred to me that we should have worked that out the night before.
I walked into the courtroom. My client, the bailiff, did not see me at first so I sat down in the crowded courtroom. There was almost no one in the front row, so I chose the aisle seat there; so he could see me.
No sooner did I sit down than he waved at me. I started to wave back and realized he was waving me forward. My law enforcement career made me pretty comfortable in a courtroom, but I never expected this.
I walked behind the wall to the bailiff's station. Court went on around us. My client whispered that we needed to sign the contract then and there.
The defendant was testifying. I realized she wasn't saying she was not guilty but she was urging the court to consider the inconvenience of the fine.
The court clerk was gesturing and smiling at the bailiff; letting us both know that she was excited for him.
The judge was...the judge was...are you kidding me??? I've testified in dozens and dozens of courtrooms, I was scared to look at the judge. Scared to my socks! I just knew he would glare at me for disrespecting his courtroom. (Later, I realized he was in on the whole thing and probably would have grinned and winked at me...but that was later.)
We went through the Purchase Agreement and got everything signed on that Christmas Eve Morning. By that evening, the offer had been accepted and we were opening escrow.
I know it's not the most storied Christmas Eve on record, but it was a unique way for me to spend the day, writing a contract in court!
Does this mean the sale is court-approved?