My Buyers were a real smart-aleck attorney & his interior designer wife. I was on my toes with them, because they could shred any potential property in about 30 seconds. They were relocating from Miami Lakes to the Davie/Plantation Area. So I am giving them a tour & introducing them to the best of the best million dollar properties that Davie & Plantation Acres has to offer. Everything was running smoothly & I finally got the Buyers comfortable & excited about the properties I was showing them. Because of the high price range of these listings, all of them were showed by the listing agents, all but one.
The instructions I received were to knock first, then use a Supra. As a side-note, the listing agent said the Sellers would probably not be home. So I arrived promptly on time with my clients in tow. Ding, Dong! No answer. Ding Dong, again then, KNOCK, KNOCK! No answer. I waited a couple of minutes or so. There were no cars in the driveway, so I felt okay about accessing the lockbox. I get the key out & open the door. (besides its around 2 pm on a Saturday afternoon, they can’t be sleeping or anything)
We step into the foyer & out from the kitchen area comes this burly gentleman with a tank top & underwear. His son comes following after & literally pushes us out the door. I was stunned! My clients were shocked as well & they begin to joke about the unclothed Seller.
Anyone who truly knows me, knows one thing, when I get the giggles it is hard to stop. I plead with the client to stop, because I am close to losing it at this point. The Seller’s son sticks his head out the door & asks us to wait one minute. We wait, although the Buyers are getting impatient. Minutes late, the son then opens the door, while the Seller is still waddling to getting his pants up. The Seller then begins to yell at us, as he is trying to close his pants, which are obviously a size too small. It is painfully funny & I am still trying to regain my composure. He says his Realtor never told him about the showing & accused us of not ringing the doorbell.
Before I could even open my mouth, the Buyer says “good luck selling your home with that attitude” & then he prompts me to go. I was actually proud of my Buyer for not accepting the attitude of this poor-mannered “gentleman”.
Later that day I called the Realtor, who apologized & said she had left a voice mail about the showing to the Seller, but never confirmed with them. This just shows how communicating with your client can save them from being caught with their pants down.
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