I was at a sign off this afternoon. I represent the buyers. The bulk of my business is comprised of listings. When I take a listing, I choose the title company and with that comes my choice of escrow officer. "My escrow officer" someone I know well and trust.
My point being, I did not know the escrow officer at the sign off today from Adam, or Eve for that matter. Today was my first experience with the escrow officer.
I "misspoke" a word today and before I could correct myself the escrow officer said, with a tude, felt superior and all-knowing like to me but, I don't really know. It is hard to read someone when we have only just met them.
With a little flip of her head, and slight roll of the eyes, she moved some papers around and said ... "it's always right of survivorship with joint tenancy."
I took a deep breath, smiled at my clients, and literally jotted down a note for myself. The note simply said - send thank you.
When I returned to my office I sent the escrow officer an email thanking her for correcting my faux paus at the sign off. I also explained that sometimes I cannot think of a word and sometimes the cylinders just misfire.
There was a part of me that wanted to let her know that I know the difference. I wanted to somehow justify my existence and explain that I deserved to breathe the same air as her. That I mattered. That I am worthy. That I am not "stupid".
Then I remembered that while I do care about other people, I do not care about what they think of me. It is really none of my business. What goes on in their mind/brain is between them ... and them.
It was a good day today. Two sign offs. Two very happy clients. All is well even in a world of misspoken words. No body was harmed. No body was hurt. No body died.
Words simply danced off my tongue and they were not the words my brain intended to deliver. A misfire. Misspoken words.
My musing for the day.