I must take my hat off to my fellow agents. There are times when I appreciate their professionalism, attention to detail, and mutual concern for our respective clients. Oddly enough, or not, this happens pretty frequently.
And then there are moments, conversations, and times where I can only hang my head.
On a recent showing with some dear friends and clients, the wife of the couple relays to me a story that is nearly beyond comprehension. Nearly. You see, there is a home in one of my friends’ favorite neighborhoods that has had a sign in the front yard for nearly a year. It is priced accordingly to its foreclosed status and state, been pending for quite some time and yet, has not closed.
The Mrs decides that on one particularly rainy day, whilst driving through this neighborhood, that she would call the listing agent directly and inquire as to what is happening. The phone call was answered and, upon describing where she was sitting and home she was in front of, the agent’s reply was, “So, is your butt wet?”
I really wish I could say that this anecdote was, in some way, fabricated.
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