Am I on Real Estate TV or COPS? By far the WORST Real Estate experience!

As I fight Kendall Drive traffic to the Greenery Shopping Center (you know, Barnes & Noble, Circuit City, near Dadeland) to meet my client Sofia, I notice two police cars zoom by. “Hmmm… must be another accident.”

I approach the entrance to the mall and notice 7-10 police cars at the intersection. I had called *Sofia* twice at this point to warn her of the traffic, but she was not answering the phone. We were supposed to meet at 2 pm. 5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed, 15 minutes passed and I was getting more and more impatient by the second. Sitting in my car rearranging appointments while wasting gas and sweating through my dress in the FL heat – despite having the A/C on high – is never pleasant.

At 2:30, I decide I cannot wait any longer and I begin to drive out of the shopping center. Sofia is driving in as I am driving out, so I decide to go ahead with it. I roll my window down and say to her, “Ok, just park and I will come around and get you.”

“Ok”, came the reply. She gets in my car and we head out.

I slowly turn the corner to the side exit of the shopping mall, when at that moment, a police car S..L..O..W..L..Y drives in and stops right in front of me.

You know when you get that funny feeling you’re not going to have a good time?

Yeah.

So, I see this female cop narrow her eyes – straining to look inside my car. Just as I think she might drive by, the lights come on and she exits the police car.

The cop taps on the passenger window of my car, and Sofia turns to me with a deer-in-the-headlights look. Now I am on the verge of panic!

I roll the passenger window down.

“Were you just at the intersection by the Greek Orthodox Church?”

Directed at me.

“No, M’am.” (I wasn’t. My client and I drive similar cars.)

“Did you just pick this woman up?”

Crap. Crap. Crap.

My client turns to me and gives me a look while shaking her head imperceptibly. She then pleads in a whisper, “Say no, say no.”

I’m thinking, “This isn’t happening.”

Aloud I say to the cop, “May I ask what is going on here?”

“What’s going on is that there is a bomb at the Greek Orthodox Church, and this woman almost ran me over after I ordered her to stop. I stood in front of her car and ordered her to go AROUND the scene, and she stepped on the gas and almost killed me. YOU (to Sofia) get out of the car.”

“No.”

“M’am, get OUT of the car.”

“But I didn’t do anything.”

“If you don’t cooperate, I will have to use force.”

Sure enough, I had my client dragged out of my car, pinned to the ground & handcuffed while backup arrived. She struggled and screamed the entire time, to the point that the police officers threatened to tazer her.

She was handcuffed and dragged, kicking and screaming to the police car. I grabbed my Treo quickly enough to snap a shot of the cop putting her in the backseat. I knew no one would believe this unless I had a picture.

My version of the dash-cam on COPS.

“Bad boys, bad boys – whatcha gonna do….”

I later found out she was on medication for bipolar disorder.

I met this woman at a gas station and she seemed sweet. I thought nothing of offering to find her a new place. She seemed flaky, but harmless.

At least she wasn’t the one who tried to blow up the church.

*Please note that the client’s name in this story has been changed.