It's crunch time now that school is out, the best real estate sales time of the year. Because of that, most of us are stressed while dealing with sellers and buyers who want to capitalize on the season. We might also be trying to schedule some family time for ourselves or even a vacation, which every REALTOR® knows is exactly when our phone begins to ring most incessantly.
So what do we need in June? We need some laughts, that's what! Active Rain to the rescue. I suggest that we have a blog contest in June for agents to tell their most funny real estate stories. Maybe it was something that happened on agent tour, maybe a phone conversation while you were on floor duty, or maybe even something that happened at a closing.
Put on your funnybone hats now and tell us some rib-splitting stories (or even mildly amusing ones) about life in the real estate trenches. I will give it a whirl first.
Surely, we all have a naked guy story, don't we? Agent tour days are pretty active in my market, and a group of us were going from house to house. We pulled up ito a house that was marked VACANT in the MLS. Because there was a car in the driveway, we rang the doorbell and then went on in, using the Supra box key. Moving from room to room downstairs, we were chatting as usual. From the second story catwalk directly above us came a booming voice, "May I help you?" Almost in unison, we five females backed from under the catwalk and looked up to see the dripping wet man wrapped only in a towel. We explained that we were agents on tour and the house was supposed to be vacant. He explained that he was related to the owner and used the house occasionally as a stop over point. "I guess it's good that I grabbed a towel," he said. We asked no more questions and made a hasty retreat. I never did see the upstairs of that house, but to this day, I remember the sight of that man looking down at us.
Lesson learned. If you think you hear water running, it's probably the shower; and the wet person didn't hear the doorbell ring. By the way, we did let the listing agent know that someone was in the house, just in case he was a vagrant. I mean, how can you tell if a wet, towel-draped man is a vagrant or not?