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All In a Day's Work

Think you’ve had bad days in real estate? Listen to this one. I had about 10 showings scheduled for out-of-town clients who were flying in from Florida for the day. I carefully mapped out each stop and loaded it onto my GPS.

So the journey begins — and such a longer one than I had planned. From the start, the GPS takes us on a wild goose chase. Forty minutes later, I realize I’ve been driving in the wrong direction and I have to turn around.

Finally, we make it to the first stop. Great home, lots of acreage, but it’s on a state highway. So onward we go!

To find the next house, the seller’s agent told me to look for a big tree with an orange ribbon tied around it. I’d been to the home a few weeks earlier to take photos for my clients. But now I learn I took photos of the wrong house! The property that’s for sale has a pink ribbon in front, not orange.

Third stop, new construction. We go outside to take a look at the back yard. It rained the day before so our shoes get caked with mud — red mud, no less.

We check out another new home where a worker is installing hardwood floors. The husband heads us into the laundry room for a last look before we leave, and steps in the glue from the hardwoods. He slips, practically takes out the worker, and tracks glue on the newly laid floors. It’s all starting to look like a bad sitcom.

We move on to the next home, where we’re greeted by an overly hyper puppy with a black lab head on a dachshund body — we’ll call him Cujo. He’s weird looking, yet oddly strong. The dog jumps all over the wife, then all over me.

Once we peel off the dog, we walk around the house. Clean, tastefully done, on five acres ... I hear a crash. The wife slipped on the newly painted stairs and barely catches herself from falling. As we get ready to leave the home, I notice one of my muddy shoes is missing from the front porch. Cujo has taken off with it! I put on my remaining shoe, put the key back into the lockbox, and limp around the corner of the house to pry my muddy shoe from the small beast.

We get in the car to leave, but Cujo doesn’t want us to go. He runs around all sides of the car. He won’t give up. We drive at a snail’s pace out of the driveway, honking, shooing him away, yelling. We manage to get away.

It’s almost 7 p.m. at this point. I think I'm going to pass out and I think the wife is too. I realize that maybe this is a new selling technique: Make sure the showing is so ridiculous and miserable that the client will pick a house out of utter fear of being taken on another house hunting trip! (By the way, this worked: The couple did end up buying one of the homes.)

Finally that evening, I take the couple to the airport to catch a standby flight back to Florida. I return to my car, relieved the day finally is over.

The gas light comes on.

— Kim Chitwood, Keller Williams Realty Connections, Newnan Ga.

The above submissions are actual stories submitted by readers. They’ve been edited for clarity and style.

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