Not mine - my realtor is great! All hail my realtor!! No, here’s the story:
When I came home Wednesday, I changed into grubbies and went down to the basement to start taking apart some of the steel shelves. The dog was with me, All Things Considered was on the radio, and all was lovely. The kid was tutoring as she is wont to do on Wednesdays.
As I pounded the shelves out of their brackets, I heard some walking around upstairs. Hmmmm, maybe the kid came home early… Then I heard the sliding door open. No footsteps coming down. Hmmmm… I went out and saw three women on the deck. One was quick to say that they’d called to tell me they were coming over. Interesting, since there was nothing on my answering machine or my Caller ID. I asked if they knew the house was under contract. She said no. I dragged the dog back to the basement and they left.
A little while later, I’d finished my unbuilding and decided I’d carry the components up to the garage and put them on the trailer. I went up to the deck.
The sliding door was locked. Swell.
I went around front, knowing full well that the front door would be locked. It was. I couldn’t get into my house. There’s no phone in the basement. The garage door was locked. We don’t have an opener.
Swell.
I went across the cul de sac - luckily, Sue was home. I used her phone to call my daughter, who didn’t take her phone in when she tutored. So Sue and I talked a bit about the move and our dogs and stuff. And a little after we went outside, my kid drove up, so it wasn’t that big a deal.
Still, I decided to call my realtor and tell her what happened. She was pissed. She went to investigate, then called me back.
Apparently this unexpected realtor had called the office and was told the house was under contract. She said “Thank you” and hung up. She decided to come over anyway. Which was a bad move, because the listing clearly said either my realtors or I needed to be present because of the dog. So I gave my realtor the name and number of the woman who came over and she was going to file a complaint.
Kick ass!
I lucked out - I’d left my digital camera out. If it had been stolen, I’d have been kicking ass myself!
But it’s all good now.
The end.