Our company party has gone from ballgowns and a sit-down dinner at the Embassy Suites to a potluck at the office. I wish I were kidding. Times are tough. If it’s not tough for you, you’re watching your friends in dire straights. Many of the agents in my office have dark circles under their eyes from working two jobs. It’s survival mode and we’re not laughing.
Last night was the first of the revelry. I was at the title company – they know how to throw a party. The event was disguised as an opportunity to start gift shopping. Although the only people actually purchasing anything were the employees.
We’re standing around chit-chatting and for some reason we start talking about inspections. Gail has the hands-down winner.
She’s at a septic inspection with the seller. The inspector opens the hatch to the tank. There’s a strained silence. She’s not sure what to say or do, so she says nothing.
Inspector: I guess now you know rubbers aren’t biodegradable.
Seller: They’re not mine.
She ends the story with, “It was a condom condo.”
Thanks again for the laugh, Gail.
Benn Rosales
November 9, 2007 at 8:06 pm
My feelings on your post are two-fold. I am certainly not laughing at the state of the market and the situations many agents are in. It is survival mode and this too shall pass.
On the flip side I spit coffee across my screen (not good) laughing so hard. The visual was classic!
Vicki Moore
November 9, 2007 at 8:12 pm
I’m sure you can imagine how funny it was after we had had margaritas from the slushy machine.
No matter the situation, I gotta laugh – even if it’s at myself.