A Day in The Life of a Realtor
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So a few months ago, there was a client that we'd been corresponding with for some time over phone and email. We just hadn't met in person yet because the right property hadn't come up in her search. Well, eventually, the right property did come up in research, and we decided to meet there for the first time. Now meeting someone for the first time at a property can be a little bit nerve wracking because you kind of feel like the guy at the airport that's holding the sign up with the person's last name on it, sort of standing there saying, like Owns this? My client? No, that was just a guy pulling in the driveway to turn around. Was this my client? Nope. That's just somebody jogging down the street. So So it is a little bit nerve wracking because you just don't know what they look like. It's just kind of weird. Anyways, any time I show up for an appointment, I like to show up a few minutes early that we can get inside, turn the lights on, so I pull up to this place a few minutes early. It's, you know, beautiful colonial home there's some land attached to it, but the listing didn't have any photos. So when the listing doesn't have any photos, you never know what to expect when you're walking in. So I get out of my car, go up to the front door, you know, kind of fumble around with the key box, which is always nice to not have to do that in front of your client. And I finally get the key box open. I go inside and boom. It is immediately obvious why there are no photos in the listing. This place is a what's what in interior architecture. Ah, home decor. I mean, you've got classic. You've got rustic, you've got retro, you've got a collect IQ. Is it collected? Keep in a style. Either way, this thing had everything. There was a model train all set up right to the right of the front door. Dusty lamps, book shelves full of books. I mean, you name it, this thing had it all. So I walk around, I'm going to start turning some of the lights on. And, you know, I'm just kind of taking it all in. I'm wondering, like, is it even safe to be in here. The floor's air cracking. I'm kind of like looking around it like the way that they have things set up in some of the handy work that's been done and just being like men. This person obviously did some of this work themselves. Ah, question. Whether or not it's done right, I just don't know. So, you know, finally, I get all the lights turned on and I go back to the front of the house to sort of wait for my client. She shows up, introduced myself to our veterans, kind of what to expect walking into the place because, you know, you don't want people to be shocked. And then so she takes a step in and she starts to tell me that. Ah, you know, in fact, that she lives in the neighborhood and they were kind of looking at this place is possibly an investment, you know, because the price was pretty good, you know? So So I started talking to her about the neighborhood, and you know what she likes about it. And you were kind of walking through the house and as we were going up the stairs, you know, the stairs are creaking, like, really loudly like, louder than you would expect stairs to creak. And I'm just kind of look back at her leg. You know, Hopefully we're not gonna fall through here, you know, And we get to this top of the stairs and we're starting to look, you know, into the bedrooms. And the carpets have stains on, um and you know, there's wallpaper peeling off the wall. I mean, it starts toe look a little bit spooky, and I even start to get a little bit of a chill. You know, I'm like, Man, this is like, kind of eerie. I look to her and she says, Well, you know, he died in here and I said, What? He died in here. And I'm just like all of a sudden, everything starts to add up. It all makes sense. Like this guy's stuff is still in here. This is still I feel like it's still his place, you know, like all of a sudden, I don't feel welcome there. He doesn't want me there. All the stains on the floor start taking on a new life. It's just the whole thing flips around, you know, And then she turns to me and says, Well, you know, he built this house and he maintained it himself, and he always had projects going on. It made me feel even worse because I'm I was the one talking trash about, you know, the handiwork and the architecture, er, and now I'm like, Well, this guy died in this place, and I'm in here disrespecting him. It just got really awkward between me and this guy, who I was hoping wasn't around to hear it. Needless to say, I was happy to get out of there that day. And I was happy that, you know, I was never asked to go back to that place. And it's just another day in the life of a realtor.