I recently was reminded of a funny situation I encountered a few years ago. Sometimes as agents we get caught in very bizarre situations that just make you laugh.
During the ecomomic downturn I found myself doing quite a few short sales here in Massachusetts. I was wrapping one up in Lowell MA and decided to check on smoke and carbons on a vacant house before we had to close.
I opened the gate to the yard, unlocked and started to open the door when my phone rang. I stopped and turned away for a second to answer the call and let the caller know I would call them back in a few minutes.
There was an inner door that was slightly ajar that I opened. All of a sudden a small pug like dog shoots out barking away.... yap, yap, yap..... It shot past me out the gate and down a very busy street, daring me to catch him with each high pitched yap.
In a split second, what runs thru my mind is my clients have a dog (which I never saw) but the house has been vacant for 6 weeks. I am thinking oh my god these are not people who would abandoned a pet, are they?
The Real Estate Agent
Then the OH SH%T sets in. I just let the clients dog run loose in the city of Lowell on a very busy street!! All I could envision was propping a flattened pug up aginst the door with a note that said "Sorry!! Shit Happens. Your agent Kevin"
Here I am dressed up in the winter heading to a real estate closing after one more stop. The streets are icy with snow piled knee high on the side.
I am slipping and sliding in dress shoes, chasing this crazy, little, sadistic dog. It would stop and bark at me and when I would get within 10 feet it would take off again. It was hell bent on taunting me.
Back and forth in front of the house for 20 minutes of catch me if you can.... It must have looked like a cartoon!
Finally a lady stopped to help. I explained the situation and she tried to help me catch the dog. Another 20 minutes goes by, the dog shoots around the neighbors house and I decide I am getting no where.
I fell three or four times and at this point im covered in icy, muddy slush I reluctanly pulled out my phone to call my client to tell them I lost their beloved pet. UGHHH!
I explain the situation and my client is laughing hysterically and explains their dog was at their new home and that their dog is big and not a little pug....
Im like what the $%^!!
Finally the kind lady who stopped to help comes back to tells me as the dog ran around the neighbors house it shot inside a porch. She knocked on the door and the neighbor said it was her dog and it had been missing all morning.
Just Another Day
I showed up later at my closing looking like a wet muddy dog, dripping everywhere and told everyone not to ask! Khaki slacks and a white shirt don't mix well with slush and mud even when you try to cover it with a blue blazer.
To this day I have no idea how the dog was able to get into the house. I am not sure if it snuck by me while I turned away for two seconds or if it had been in the house.
I can look back and laugh but at the time I wanted nothing more than to drop the little beast off at the dog pound! I know as real estate agents we run into crazy situations and thought I would lighten your crazy day with my story. I am sure you have a few of your own!!