It's been a very busy week. Inspection to schedule, just "one more thing" requests from a buyers agent all week which leads me to today's story. I have a listing in a subdivision that has covenants that were recorded prior to when my county began to put deed records on the on line system. So this morning I stopped by the office and picked up my copy of the deed and headed to the court house to photocopy those pages.
I never take much into the court house because of the metal detectors. So I headed in with my keys, my deed and my turned on silent phone. I got into the records room and pulled the first deed book and headed over to the copier and oops my pocket was empty. I had put a ten and two ones from my desk drawer into my pocket (which is quite shallow in the slacks I'm wearing today) to pay for my copies. So I told the clerk that I was headed back out to the car to get my wallet. As I walked down the steps I was meeting other people entering the court house. We smiled and said hello and they noticed I was checking my pockets "one more time" and said... "that must be your ten dollars on the side walk back there huh? We were just gonna tell the bailiff it was there." I'm NOT kidding. They walked right by $11.00 of my twelve dollars and it was still there when I got to the curb. I went ahead and grabbed my wallet from the passenger door of my car from the curb and headed back inside.
I made my copies and paid for them and headed out to the car to go and buy lunch for me the the duty agent today. When I arrived at my car the other "missing" dollar was on the ground at the street right beside my door. I did learn a lesson (do not put things of value in the pocket of these slacks). But more importantly I remembered one more reason I love this sleepy quaint little town I live in.
Now I have to run. I have a meeting in 45 minutes and have to drive back to town. I'm going to carry my purse this time.
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