Key-Per of the Castle: A Soggy Bottom Story
A wintry, southern Utah day found me removing a sign from the cold, hard ground after closing/recording. Suddenly, with dread, it hits me the only key in my possession, that was once in my hand, was now missing!
It began to sprinkle.
The key wasn’t on a ring or clipped to anything, just swallowed up by the lawn. The buyers were out of the area, on vacation and feeling like an idiot, I was determined NOT to call them with the bad news.
I retraced every single step: car to porch, porch to sign, sign to porch, back to the car. Nothing. Then the grid search—zig-zagging the entire front yard, while praying to the real estate gods.
Rain starts pouring down.
Every shiny rock looks like metal for a split second before dissapointment circles back around. Thirty minutes in, I’m soaked to the bone, shivering, in tears, thoroughly humiliated. Of my own doing.
Not one to be defeated, I again walked back to where the sign was previously planted in the ground, dug around in the wet hole with bare hands, pulling out mud and small rocks and wallah, the key to the castle!
Wouldn’t wish that lesson on anyone.
Thankfully, I refrained from making the most embarrassing phone call of my career. From that day forward, clients keys immediately get duplicated and I attach one to a key ring and lock up the other one.
Never again will that happen. Ya dig me?!
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