Today, I was sent by a colleague to meet a vendor who was delivering a refrigerator at one of our listings at a condo during the wee hours of the morning. My colleague told me that she had notified John, the maintenance man, that we had permission to use the freight elevator.
The truck arrived, they loaded up the fridge and took it up the elevator without issue (John was nowhere to be seen, but I had access)... when we got up to the condo, they removed the old refrigerator without incident, but surprise, surprise, the new fridge would not fit through the doorway. (Murphy's law, right?!). We tried a number of solutions... removing the refrigerator doors (still too big)... maybe we could go in through the front door - yes, that would work, but we still couldn't get through the door from the dining room into the kitchen.
In the end, the answer was, the new fridge had to go back, and we'd have to order a smaller fridge, by 3/4 of an inch. Ah, well... the best laid plans of mice and men, right?
On our way out, I ran into an irritated John, who complained that "nobody told me that you'd be here... and nobody asked for permission... blah, blah, blah". I apologized profusely... explained that my colleague had told me that we did have permission... but long-story-short... we're going to have to come back, because the refrigerator didn't fit through the doorway... the only way it would have fit would have been if we'd removed the steel door frame and we sure as heck weren't going to do that, because that would have cost us more than the cost of the refrigerator. We both had a good laugh over that, and we parted buddies.
Later in the day, I returned to the condo to meet the photographer for MLS photo shoot. I was waiting by the front door and could overhear John talking to a resident of the building saying "... you should have been here... I had a guy deliver a refrigerator, and it wouldn't fit through the door... heck.. he wanted to remove the steel door frame, and I said to him... what!? Are you insane!?"... As he finished that statement, he turned the corner and saw me standing there, and realized that he mis-speaking about me... the color drained from his face, and he turned on his heel, and quickly walked in the opposite direction.
Yeah, the story had changed quite a bit in the retelling.