One of my daughter's friends, let's call her Laura, who lives in St. Louis had recently gone under contract to sell her house... they were due to close in a week and a half.
She, and her husband, had already vacated her house and had moved to Michigan. She got a phone call from one of her neighbours. The neighbour wanted to let her know that the tarp, the roofers had left on the house, had torn away during last night's storm and was flapping in the breeze.
Laura's response was the start of a seller's nightmare... she replied "What roofers?"
Some random roofer had come by and torn off their roof... somewhere in the middle of tearing off the roof, they realized they had the wrong house ... and they just bolted!
Laura and her husband were devastated. They had no idea who was responsible... and knew this could derail their sale. They posted their story on the neighbourhood Facebook page and asked if anyone knew of a roofer working in the neighbourhood. They figured it must have been an address-error, and there might be working nearby.
One neighbour replied that she thought she'd seen them working in the area, and that they'd had a blue van. The lead paid off, and another neighbour got a picture of their unmarked blue van on their surveilance camera.... she posted that image of the van on her Facebook page which lead her to the roofers, sure enough, working on a house about 8 streets away, with a similar address.
When confronted, the roofing company, who'd hired a sub-contractor, took responsibility for the tear-off, and replaced her roof just in time for the closing. Laura and her husband were happy, the buyer was happy (they had a brand-new full-warranty roof), and the local Facebook community has a great story to tell.
The moral of this story is.. well.. uh .. what IS the moral of this story? Bueller? Bueller??