It was last January and it was the first time I ever bailed on buyers in the middle of showing homes. It was cold, it was raining and it was over all one of the worst days I've ever had in real estate. I met my clients that I had worked with before at a home they wanted to see. I had to meet them at the street because it had a closed gate I had to open, drive through and then get out and close.
It was a crazy listing and in a common fence with neighbors who have horses and therefore the gate had to stay closed while you showed the house so the horses wouldn't get out. The house was small and creep and there was a cut out framed hole in the wall between the living room and master bedroom closet. Just couldn't figure that one out. My clients did not like the house.
We had more to see and we all headed out to the car. I was a bit behind them checking all the doors and locking the key back in the lockbox. My clients had just reached their car when I stepped off the porch onto the top step of a 5 step decline and between the rain and green slime on the step my feet went flying out of from under me.
While I couldn't see myself I have good visual of what it looked like in my mind from where I landed. I feel like I looked just like the football player I pointed to in the photo. I actually landed on my back. No, not my backside, but my back on the middle step. My back hit the steps so hard that I broke a step. My backside eventually hit the ground at the bottom of the steps and my client heard the ruckus as she was buckling a little one in the back seat and turned around to see me moaning in pain on the ground.
They insisted on not trying to see anything else that day. I offered to keep going, but was honestly very thankful that they insisted I go take care of myself. I was wet and muddy anyway. I cried all the way back to the office. After getting back to the office I realized that my bi-focals were missing and had to get Donald to come go back to that horrid house with me to find them in the mud near where I took my tumble.
I had HUGE bruises all up and down myself from my leg just above my knee right on up to the middle of my back. I know I said a swear word at some point when I fell. I am not sure if my client heard it or not. I really don't even care. I'm thankful my Donald came with clean dry clothes and then went over to help me look for and he actually found my glasses.
Those buyers did enter a contract a few days later on a different house and are very happy with their purchase. In fact later in the year they also purchased the lot next to them. My body healed, my pride, not so much. It did serve to make me a little more careful at looking at the steps and it also made me always be sure to warn my buyers when we see ick on steps and/or when it's been raining.
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