I think the next few blogs are just going to be fun Real estate stories to lighten the mood a little.
Here goes my snowstorm story.
I was taking a Buyer around. I am one of those agents that find themselves with certain buyers who wind up looking at dozens and dozens of houses before buying one. Sometimes, tens of dozens. I don’t know why… it just happens. Maybe because I show a lot of patience. Maybe I don’t like to let go. Whatever it is, it seems to be my fate. Well, Madame X and I were out for the the tenth time. It is February. We’ve seen a few houses and then it starts to snow. And I mean really snow. We continue our tour but are late now to every house. It’s getting dark. The snow is piling up. We have one more house. We are an hour and a half late for the appointment. It is almost 8:30 pm.
“Do you want to go to this last house,” I ask in my most pathetic tone.
“Sure, why not,” is her enthusiastic response.
I don’t know why but I decided to risk it. I can’t get my car up the hill to where the house sits. It keeps sliding around the invisible road. We finally make it into the driveway. I knock on the door. Needless to say, the family is in their pajamas.
“We didn’t think anyone was coming in this weather”
“Since we’re here do you mind if we look at the house?”
Now we wait for the seller to take pity on us and let us in to track snow all over his wood floor. In we went, my Buyer being her exceptionally pleasant self (and I mean that literally). As we walk out of the house, I can tell she is excited about the place. She is wearing very high heeled boots. Next thing you know she’s on her ass in the driveway. I thought she really hurt herself. I get her up and she tells me, “Either you get me this house or I’m going to sue them. "
I got her the house.
