If you stay in this business long enough you will experience some crazy things. A couple of them came to mind when I read this contest.
I remember one time when I met a young couple looking to rent a home. They had just moved to Phoenix and their current home in another state was being sold short. I usually try to meet my clients in my office to interview them. We talked at length about their needs and just as we were getting ready to go out to a few homes the young woman announced that she needs to feed the baby. “Would it be alright?”
The office is a public place, but fortunately it wasn’t crowded that day. I found a conference room that she could use. We pulled the blinds and the husband, and I stood guard outside. In a little while we were on our way to their new rental home.
Back when I was a relatively new agent, I sold quite a few of vacant parcels of land to buyers building new custom homes. The market in one area was very hot and nice buildable sites were in demand. We found one parcel that appeared to be a good deal. It was a recent split of a 5-acre parcel that now consisted of four 1.25-acre homesites. The lots were freshly graded and ready to build.
As we walked the property, we noticed a new, nearly complete, home under construction on an adjacent lot. But something didn’t look right. The back yard was full of junk. Piles of scrap metal, wood and all types of building material. On top of the pile was a bright red, old fashioned, coke machine.
I called the builder of the new home to inquire. He said yes, we were digging for a new septic and found that the previous owner had buried tons of junk prior to grading the lots. Buried all around the property were cars, scrap metal, even an old manufactured home. He stated, “Don’t be surprised if there is junk all over your parcel as well.”
Needless to say. My buyer opted out of the purchase. Eventually buying an already built spec home.
But my most surprising transaction still shocks me today. I had a buyer make an offer of a nice 3BD/2BA/2CG in N. Phoenix. In a rare turn of events, the seller requested that we present the offer in person. This was rarely done anymore. I just assumed that they were old school. Figuring we had nothing to hide, it was a good offer, I agreed. We met in a conference room at one of the local title companies. We all introduced ourselves and sat down to present the offer. To my amazement the seller pulled out a gun and laid it on the table. It was reminiscent of an old western movie where the poker players were put on notice not to cheat. It was Intimidation 101.
In all honesty, I was more nervous than the buyer was. We presented the offer. The buyer and seller agreed, and the seller accepted the offer. Afterward the buyer said “I wasn’t worried, I have been around guns all my life. He wasn’t going to shoot anybody.” After that, the sale went through without a hitch. I haven’t had the chance to present an offer in person since that day. I am not sure I want too.
In Real Estate, truth can be stranger than fiction.