I get so much pleasure reading some of the blogs that I thought I would share one of my own horror stories. This should be titled "The Life and Times of an Innocent Realtor". Questionable on the innocent part, but quite appropriate.
The story begins as our hero (that would be me), a small town Realtor, is asked to show properties to clients in the nearest big city. I followed acceptable procedure by contacting the listing agents, making appointments to show, informing the clients of the itinerary and meeting my clients at the appointed place. Everything went smoothly; I was assured by all the listing agents that the owners would be away at work. Being the natural born skeptic that I am, I should have known that dealing with big city folks is a pot shot at best. No offense of course meant to all you city dwellers, but you guys do have a different mind set.
We arrived at the forth showing. I proceeded ahead to unlock the door and we all walked into the house. It was dark and closed up so I was turning on lights while my clients proceeded me into the kitchen. They found the back door and was outside in the back yard when I heard a door open at the end of the hall. I turned to look and lo and behold there was a man standing in the hallway, stark naked and screaming, and I quote, "What the f... is going on?" Welllll, butter my a.. and call me a biscuit, but I swear my heart stopped about the same time I started laughing. Now being a female I don't know from experience, but I have been told there are certain time when you do not laugh at a man and one of them is when he's standing in front of you naked. I didn't mean it like THAT. About this time my clients walked into the living room. There I am, looking down the hall and laughing like an idiot. So they, of course, looked down the hall. At that point the man said, and I do quote, "Holy S..." and ran back into the bedroom and slammed the door. My clients all but ran out of the house. I hollered down the hallway that I was sorry, I was informed that no one would be home and I hightailed it out of there.
My clients are standing outside, with blank looks on their faces and the husband comments that he bets this guy has a new listing agent by that afternoon. Then we all just lost it and started laughing. Letting off steam, happy we didn't become shot, call it what you will, but it was hilarious, at that point.
I called the listing agent later that day and told her what happened. Can you guess? She says she knew he would be home, but she hadn't had a chance to call me yet. Hadn't had a chance? She had 2.5 days to call me and let me know this little tidbit of information.
The moral of the story is never trust an agent that tells you no one is home. Never laugh at a man standing in front of you naked. Do more referrals when you need to go into an unfamiliar market. That's where the weird stuff happens.
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