Tales of Mirth, Tales of Glee
Spin Your Tales, Oh Bards of RE
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There we were, mesmerized by the sound of the stream, gazing through the trees at nature’s wonder on a beautiful winter morn. The full length screened porch overlooked this idyllic setting, and I believe the would-be vacation homeowners were imagining many future summers there. It was one of those moments when I had a pretty good feeling we’d found ‘the house’. All was quiet except for the sound of the water and the pitter-patter of little feet on the deck and in the house.
We turned to head in take one last pass through the charming cabin, I reached for the door and realized…it’s LOCKED! Two year old child running around inside the house, four year old exploring outside on the deck, and we three grown-ups trapped on the porch. <GULP>
Going through my mind at that moment:
- Why do I all of a sudden have to use the bathroom?
- How will this kid eva figure out how to unlock the door?
- What if the other kid runs off the property or worse still, down to the icy stream?
- Please let my cell phone be in my pocket.
- Why wasn’t I firmer about keeping the children in control?
- Is it discriminatory to not allow children to accompany house showings?
- How much would it cost to have child-harnesses imprinted with my logo?
- Should I order a pizza?
Oh wait. There’s an outside door too. Whew. Never mind.
I know there are a million stories out there about close calls, funny/interesting/scary anecdotes, and other real estate legends. C’mon, share them in the comments!
