"Are you planning on meeting me at the listing?" the email asks "I requested a 3:15 showing for your condo at 1234 Sherman avenue tomorrow, and I haven't heard back!" and it's signed Joe Merckowicz..
I check my showings on that property, and while I do have a showing request for 3:15 tomorrow, it's for Marsha Epstein, and I've already sent her a text saying "I'll meet you there, ring Smith when you arrive and I'll buzz you in".
I return Joe's email and say "I don't have a showing request from you for 3:15 at 1234 Sherman avenue, but I do have a request from Marsha (who, suprise of all surprises is with the same agency as Joe)".
I get an email back from Joe: "I must have made the appointment under my wife's account."
So I send him back: "I'll meet you there, ring Smith when you arrive and I'll buzz you in." just in case he and his wife, Marsha, aren't on speaking terms and she hasn't shared that tidbit with him. No response.
3:15 arrives today... no Joe (and no Marsha). 3:20... 3:30... 3:45 as I'm just getting ready to call him, I hear voices outside... yep. It's apparently Joe the Mountain... he is one big dude. He follows instructions... buzzing Smith (so I know he finally got the showing instructions)... I buzz him and his clients (a lovely young couple) in.
The very first thing they ask, as they walk into the condo is... "Are pets allowed?". I look down at the listing in my hand, where it says "No dogs, but up to two cats allowed." I say: "The association doesn't allow dogs, but they do allow up to two cats." and I smile.
The buyers look questioningly to their mountain of an agent, and in some foreign language clearly ask him "No dogs?".
The mountain, clearly not going to Mohhamed, turns to me and says "No dogs"?
"Not even the small ones?"
"Nope... we could have sold this condo several times over, if they allowed dogs."
"Even a little, tiny two pound doggies?", he holds his hands only a few inches apart. There's something about this Goliath of a man saying "doggie", hunched over with his hands clearly forming tiny pocket dog that strikes me funny.
I smile and say "Nope, not even the tiny two pound doggies". (is there an echo in here?)
He explains to his befuddled clients, again in that unintelligble (at least to me) language... "No doggies" (he sounds far less cute when explaining "no".).
They literally turn around and walk out the door. I'm guessing they have a itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-doggie.
As the mountain ducks to clear the doorway, I speak into the air after him "It does say NO DOGS in the listing".
Funny how it's possible to grumble in a foreign language, too.