Being a real estate agent might look easy to those unfamiliar with the day to day job – you get to meet with clients, take them to see pretty homes, write an offer or two, collect a big check and call it a day. Little do they know the intricacies and challenges involved in the day-to-day life of a hard working real estate pro.
Since we asked you to share your funny, crazy and ridiculous real estate adventures with us, a few common themes popped up that appear to be par for the course if being a real estate agent is your job. Read on for some lessons learned and discover what bizarre and unexpected elements you might encounter in 2012 and the years to come.
1. You will get dirty.
Dog poop, pet hair, bugs, mold, mud, grime and gook and more -– if you call yourself an agent, chances are you’ll confront at least one of these icky items in a big way at some point when you’re touring or showing a home. And more than a few agents have told us how they’ve had to trade in their fancy footwear for something more practical to protect them from the elements. Your situation might not turn out to be as stressful as Mary’s below, but if you want to play it safe, stash extra clothes and a pair of sensible shoes in your car, just in case.
I was a newer agent and needed to make sales, so I put up with a lot. I had a VERY belligerent buyer who found fault with everything I did or said. Then the day of closing, it’s 90 degrees and humid. We go to the walkthrough about 2 hours prior to closing and the SELLERS only have 1 of 2 moving vans half loaded. There’s stuff everywhere in the house, and I can’t get the listing agent on the phone. My buyer is [angry]. I tell him go to closing, by the time I get there this house will be empty and clean.
So in my red silk blouse, I pull my hair in a pony tail and start throwing boxes on the lawn, emptying a dishwasher (with DIRTY dishes), washer (with wet clothes) into boxes, scrubbing sinks etc, and ordering the sellers around like crazy. By the time I left, the house was swept, vacuumed, and the sellers were still in shock that all their possessions were out on the front lawn.
I finally get to closing and my silk blouse is saturated with sweat. My clients decided that THIS was the day they would also babysit their 2 1/2 year old niece who is sitting on the brand new cordovan leather chair in my good friend’s brand new law office. The niece urinates all over the chair and my buyers didn’t even offer to help clean up the mess or pay to repair the chair. The sellers attorney asks me “what happened to you?” and I swear my head spun around like the exorcist as I growled “I just spent 2 hours cleaning YOUR clients house so we could have a closing!”
2. ‘Pet’ is a relative term.
Most agents are prepared to handle showings with pets, but Deborah and Patty’s stories demonstrate that not all companions are cuddly and you should approach all showings with caution. While you may know who, you can never be sure “what” is living in a listing.
I was on the last half hour on an open house in Quincy, MA. I was sitting in the front living room, when I could hear a strange noise coming from the kitchen. Getting up, I looked in to see a large rat nudging the cookie jar open. I am not kidding. I yelled at the thing, hey you. It ran into the kitchen cabinet it came out of. The tail was hanging out when some people showed up. I was half laughing myself silly and terrified at the same time. They did not see the rat tail hanging out. After they left, I did too.
I called to tell the seller of the horrible thing that had happened. Her response was,”he‘s my friend”. She started crying. This thing was as big as a chicken. I told her to call the exterminator-now! Then she flipped out saying that “he was getting his peanut butter cookies out of the cat cookie jar. He does that every night, then comes into the living room to say thank you”. I am still freaking out over that one.
I had a showing on a home basically empty except for a few pieces of furniture in a two story. As I got to the middle bedroom upstairs I opened the door and found a darkly painted room. I immediately went for the curtains to get more light. Just as the light hit, I saw it! This huge reptile type lizard next to the wall right next to my foot! Alarmed, I jumped but collected myself and thought, no, it’s a statue. But just as I thought of this the thing took a step towards me and hissed!! I’m not sure how I got downstairs but I did it so fast I don’t think my feet hit a step! My clients were ahead of me! Funny now but I almost had a heart attack!
3. Trust your gut.
Dangerous situations are bound to arise when you’re constantly meeting unfamiliar people in unfamiliar places. From squatters in vacant homes to paranoid sellers toting firearms and clients who are just plain crazy, it’s in your best interest to always be on guard, trust your instincts, and above all else don’t fight the impulse to make haste and take flight. Jeri Jo’s scary story shows us just why you should trust your gut.
I will never forget the time I went to gather information on a property for a CMA. When I arrived at the house, the man that answered was neat with every hair in place, khakis pressed as well as his polo golf shirt. The house was the same, impeccable. As I walked through the house taking notes and making small conversation, I quickly realized this guy was not for small talk. I was shocked when I walked into his bedroom with about 25-30 guns leaning against the wall out of their cases and one on a tripod with a scope that pointed out the window directly across the river to the bridge. I was speechless, then it gets better…
I walk downstairs to the lower level and there is a human target chest up with 4 or 5 bullet holes right in the forehead. I asked, “Are you a police officer?” A quick “No” was blurted out. Then I said “I think I have all l need. Thanks,” and with my hair standing up on the back of my neck, I jumped in the car and took off. As I looked back, he was standing in the window with the curtains pulled back just slightly watching me drive away. Creepy!
4. Keep your cool.
Trusting your instincts and panicking are two very different responses, and the latter rarely pays off. Steve’s story shows us that keeping your cool and staying sensible can cure an alarming situation.
I was showing an REO at dusk. We brought flashlights as the first floor windows were boarded up. As it got darker we had to use the flashlights on the upper floors. I guess the neighbors saw the lights and called the police. The police came and surrounded the building. We didn’t realize what was happening until we heard a someone with a bullhorn say “Come out with your hands up, or we are going to release the police dog.” Luckily for me, my business card and the fact that I knew the lock box combo kept me from being arrested.
5. Expect the unexpected.
You can’t be prepared for everything that will come your way, so flexibility in this business isn’t optional. Lisa and Brad show us that sometimes there’s just no way to prepare for what your day will hand you.
I had a showing on a home that had been sprayed for Roaches a few days before. When I unlocked the front door opened it, stepped in to take the key out of the door, close to 100 roaches fell on my head. They had moved to the door frame to escape the bug spray, and there was a large gap at the top of the door for them to hide…I did not sell that house!
Brad Manning:
My day of previewing properties was as normal as ever until I went inside a cute vacant home listed by a fellow agent in my office. While going through the master bedroom, I opened the closet and there on the floor, rolled up in an old carpet was the body of a woman! At first I was startled, then after getting my bearings back I gently nudged the body with my foot and SURPRISE!! Her eyes opened up and she stared right at me! I said “What are you doing in here?” and she said “I was sleeping!” I asked her who she was and she replied that she was the owner. I called the agent and she said it was true and that the woman was known to be “a bit unstable”. DO YOU THINK!!!!! Needless to say, I left and didn’t show that house again.
6. Keep your sense of humor handy.
The only way to handle the stress and strangeness of being a real estate agent is to keep your sense of humor handy. Take a cue from Lisa’s light-hearted approach to a silly situation and try to find the fun or funny in your day as often as you can. Sharing an absurd story is sometimes the best way to see it in a new light and take it a little less seriously.
I had some relocating buyers that were looking over a Memorial holiday weekend and requested a showing on Memorial Day. I couldn’t believe the showing wasn’t declined for this wonderful lake front property so we showed up as scheduled. Much to our entertainment, we found a party at the home and a pool full of scantily clad, and some naked, party goers. The owner of the home simply approached us and asked, “What would you like to drink?” Gotta say, we stayed for a beer!
As these stories show, the real estate business can often be more gore than glam, but it’s rarely dull. We thank all of the real estate professionals who have shared their awesome stories with our readers this last year.
Do you have a story that compares or a real estate lesson you’d like to share? Post it in a comment below and you may be featured in a future post right here on the Trulia Pro Blog!


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This is so true! We always joke that we could write a book with all our crazy stories. You captured this so well in this post. Thanks!
Loved the stories. My husband always kids me about being a magnet for weird or unusal occurrances in a our transactions or clients. In on of my listing my client was trying to evict his sibling/tenants. We were selling his rental as a Short Sale and the bank requested interior photos of the property. My client had warned me his family was alittle strange and I took it to mean they were eccentric. When my husband and I meet the tenants they appeared very normal, until we started to walk thru the home. All the bedrooms and windows were painted black. There were no light blubs in any of the light fixtures. When one of the tenants walked us through the backyard she informed us they were vampires. My husband and I avoided eye contact and graciously thanked her for allowing us in. We quietly walked to our car then looked at each other and burst out laughing. It made our week!!!
This one has to do with buyers who are “liars”. I had a woman contact me through another website (begins with a Z and ends with a W) who demanded I show her a house I had listed. She refused to talk to a mortgage lender claiming she had “plenty” of money. When this happens I always do my “due diligence” where I look up whatever I can find out about the buyer. Public records showed for her present interest rate on a Refi from three years ago at 9.55% (sub prime) and she was also named in a foreclosure in the same public records (after her “refi”) for her deceased sister’s property. I also had received an offer on the house and told her that I had a decent offer. So, since she wouldn’t talk to a reputable mortgage company I informed her I was under no obligation to show her the house. Then she writes a nasty review on that same website 3 MONTHS LATER (and a month after the same house settled) regardless of the fact I wasn’t representing her but the seller and the website would NOT take her comments down. Crrrraaazzzy world and even crazier business!!!
: ) So…it’s not just me, after all! lol – what a great bunch of stories and excellent post!
Some years ago, I was showing higher end properties in a nicer neighborhood. The sellers had many exotic birds and mammals judging by the odor. We went to the Rec Room and against the wall was a large set of drawers. Truly it was a beautiful peice of furniture. The drawers numbered at least 30. My buyers asked me if it stayed. Unable to ascertain if it was attached to the wall, I began to try to open the drawers. None would open. I went to the car and called the listing agent’s office. “Oh you didn’t try to open those,did you?”. “Yes! and we want to know if it is attached to the wall?” The Office Secretary nearly died. She said that each drawer contained poisonus snakes. It seems that the sellers had a venom business and bred them for sale. My subsequent remarks cannot be printed here.
I have had buyers whom turned out to be gang bangers. They threatened me after a shortsale we wrote an offer on was forclosed . They said it was my fault! It sure is fun sometimes dealing with society! Merry Christmas!
Great stories, Here is another one. I was showing a buyer a house and the showing instructions said” Give dog treat that are in bucket at the door”. I am thinking for one I hate it when dogs are left in the house. I had a tiny(friendly) dog who growled and would not let us in. So this would be interesting. Sure enough when we got to the house there was a sign by the front door above the bucket of treat that said: “Take one and give to dog so he will let you in the house” Now, I warned my clients of the risk here, and they were dog people so they(the husband) took the treat, I open the door and the Lab took the treat then followed the husband to the garage. Talk about a first! What a great way to protect your house! Some people are so amazing..
I was just licensed and was asked to preview a home for a buyer coming to town the following week. I went to the front door where the lock box was hanging on the door knob, attached my Safe Box and entered my code to release the keys. Checking the Listing sheet for any agent remarks I should be aware of and there was nothing ntyed that needed my attention., I enterd the house. I went directly to the second floor to check out the bedrooms and loft when all of a sudden, the Burgular Alarm went off. There was no notes about the Arlarm being on. I panicked, ran out the door as the Alarm was sounding as loud as can be, got into my car and took off.
After about 20 seconds, I realized that I didnh’t close the door, and had the keys in my Hand. Hit the brake, did a quick turn around, went back to the house, ran to the front door, closed and locked it, put the keys in the lock box and took off hopefully before the Police arrived. It must have taken me no more thanh 20 seconds to lock and leave. Be assured, I did not ever go back to that house again. I did call the listing agent and confessed that I almost had a Heart Attack when the Alarm went off.
I was walking through one of my listing, a vacant house, when I heard a door close inside the house. When I got to the hall way that leads to the bedrooms one of the door at the end of the hall was closed. I walked over to open it and it wouldn’t open. Something was blocking it from the other side. I turned the knob and pushed, the door opened and there stood a very large, very naked man. All I could think of to say was “what are you doing here?” He was much larger the I am but he acted like the opposite were the case. He tried explaining why WE are here. After he used the term WE several times I looked around the corner into the room. Here was a very naked women also. It never occurred to me that I was in any danger until after I told them they would have to leave and I walked out side to wait while they got dressed. They slipped out the back door and I never saw them again.
I called and set a showing in Denver’s NE area of Montbello. We got there and in the process of showing we go to the master bedroom. The owners were in the bed and pulled the covers up. I asked if they got the message we were coming. They said yes. So I said to my clients, “Ok guys come on in and check out the master bath. You see it has the same tile as the kitchen”. I complemented the sellers for the nice tile job and asked if he was a tile craftsman and a couple of other questions before leaving. My clients were amused and we laughed all the way back to their car. My clients think I am ‘crazy’.
A long while back, I was previewing homes for some very busy clients. I was confirmed for an appointment for a house that was furnished but, supposedly vacant. I arrived and there was a car in the driveway. Pretty normal, the neighbors sometimes do that to prevent the house from looking empty out front. I rang the bell and knocked repeatedly very loudly. When no one answered, I entered. As I entered the master bedroom there on the bed was a large competely naked man clearly sleeping. Tripping over my own feet, I left pronto. Funny, I thought the house would be a fit for my buyer so, I scheduled it for the next day with them. The same man was fully dressed sitting at the kitchen table. I’m not certain he ever knew I was there the day before.
I has a very similar situation, except I had clients with me. After yelling “broker” in the hall and seeing her naked body spread eagle on the bed without any movement I was concerned that she might be dead or in need of medical care. I told my buyers I thought we should leave and call 911. The man said no need, I am a private eye and I will see if she is alive. He did, and he came back and said she is alive but just in a very deep sleep. We left, but I felt obligated to leave a card and I called the listing agent. We wrote an offer and I had to present it at the sellers house a few days later. When I arrived the wife grabed her purse and keys and stormed out of the house. The entire transaction she was very nasty to me. Wish I never left that card.
OMG!! You had me cracking up! We all have “stories” and you captured some of the best! So many clients/customers have no idea how we go above and beyond to sell their homes or help a buyer find the home of their dreams! All the best to all of my fellow Realtors for a Prosperous, Sucessful and Magical 2012!!
One time I was showing a house to some picky buyers and had an MLS list of homes they wanted to see. It had a metro box on the home and, after announcing my presence, I took the buyers inside. While looking through the back bedrooms, I heard a very angry man by the front door. He came back into the house, started yelling at me and asked what I was doing there. When I told him that I was showing his house, he quickly told me that it was not for sale and he was getting ready to call the police if I did not get out. We quickly exited but my buyers wanted to go home after that. That house was not only on the MLS but it had a metro box on it as well. Apparently the agent forgot to withdraw the listing and take the box off. Believe me, that agent got an angry phone call from me once I was back at the office.
Hmmm. I’m a little old fashioned in some regards. The use of the word ‘pissed’ in this article isn’t professional, even for funny stories.
Thanks for thinking about what we say, do and write. It all matters.
Thanks for your feedback Leanne. We’ve replaced the term.
“Training Is Everything and Everything Is Training”
I had an open house in a large 4200 sq ft house. I had my husband hang around with me as a guard cause I’m very cautious about being in such a big house by myself, but he had just stepped out to get us something to snack on.
At that time there was another agent showing her clients around and a young couple walked in to see the house. I walked over to introduce myself, but immediately got a bad feeling. The guy looks into my eyes with a deep fear instilling look. I quickly smiled and asked them to start looking around (house was vacant) while I went to tell the other client that I would be with them in a minute. I ran to the other agent and quickly begged her not to leave until this couple left 1st.
When we arrived to the 3rd fl of the house, the guy opens a draw and finds a scraping tool for windows. It was sharp and had a fine edge. He grabbed it and held it in his hand like a knife and pointed it to me and said, “You could use this to stab someone” … THE NERVES in my body.. I felt like I would faint, but in an instant I grabbed it away from his hand and said “YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. Let me get rid of that right now”.
CAN YOU BELIEVE!!!!!!!!!!! That couple was up to no good. I couldn’t thank that other agent enough for hanging around and not leaving me alone with these people.
I was sent to do an Interior Broker Price Opinion at an old vacant triplex in a neighborhood not known for being safe. Having a concealed weapon permit I had my “protection” with me. the 3rd section was two story, windows boarded, dark. Went up stairs which were spongy under my feet. Took my upstairs photos. As I started down stairs someone was staring straight at me. As I reached back for my protection in case I needed it; my eyes finally adjusted enough for me to notice that the person staring me was a mirror over the stairs.
My young client had found THE home. His Mom, a friend of mine, came to all the listings we previewed. The home has a small shack in the back yard with no lock. When we opened it, it had a pair of jeans, a suitcase, a few other items so it appeared someone was residing in there, so we said he had a tenant living in the shack. Whenever we’d be at the property to show family, we would checkout the shack…something was always there showing it occupied. On the day of inspection, my client’s mom said I think I’ll go check on the tenant…laughing. She swung open the door and I was on the porch steps and she froze and the look on her face was pure shock and fear! She ran toward me saying there is a body in there and it is not moving or breathing!!! The inspector said he’d go check it out. He opened the door and said hello and no answer. I called 911. Two big burly EMs arrived and I told them there was a body in the shack. They were both standing in front of the shack and swung open the door and both guys jumped back in shock as a young, tall man was standing there with his hands in his pockets. We talked some and told him he’d have to move out as the house was sold. I still crack up thinking about my client’s mom’s face and those 2 burly EMs:o).
One time my husband/partner was out showing homes to a woman buyer. My husband is the most courteous and gentle person there is. They arrived at a home that was pre-arranged for showing. My husband rang th ebell several times, no response. He used the lock box and opened the door slowly and called out twice, “Real Estate?” No repsonse. he proceeds to show the home. Everything seems fine and the house was very quiet. When they reached the master bedroom. There laying across the bed is a woman naked to the world, looking up at them, smiled and stayed.”
Later, they reached another house. After ringing the door bell, a woman in a see through neglige answered the door in her full glory. Now, what do you think happened to that showing?
I agree with all the stories. I myself have a few stories that make my hair stand up. I wouldn’t do anything else for a living.
Loved them all! The lizard story reminded me of a house I showed with two huge glass cages in the dining room, one with about a 4 foot Iguana and the other with an even bigger one. Nothing says fine dining better than a room full of lizards. The basement was fun too. Four dogs and 6 ferrets in kennels and ferrets do NOT smell very nice. I have often wondered if that house EVER sold.
Licensed realtor handling property management, I went to a condo that the owner wanted to list for a short-term rental. It had been vacant, turnkey-furnished for some time.
Approaching the front door – the welcome mat was tossed over the railing. First things first, I lifted the mat to put it at the front door. A Large (cat size) rat jumps out and I run down the stairs. Flagging down a burly maintenance man, I explain the story, what I need done, etc., he says “Oh, lady doncha worry – I’ll get that lit’l critter for ya – that’s a job for a man”.
We walk up together, approach the door, and the rat jumps right out and over his head. This portly maintenance man flew down the stairs, looks at me, and says “ah, I gotta, ah, get the ah, other guy.”
AGENT, TRAINER, I OPTED TO TAKE A NEW AGENT ON HER 1ST LISTING APPOINTMENT. I TOLD HER I WILL JUST LISTEN AND BE HER SECRATARY, IT WAS 8:00 PM AND 90+ DEGREES IN THE HOUSE. WE SAT AROUND A TABLE WITH ONE LIGHT HANGING OVER HEAD. THE OWNER WAS ELDERLY AND KEPTED MOST OF THE LIGHTS OUT TO CONSERVE ON THE ELECTRIC BILL. THERE WAS A LOT OF BACK AND FORTH ON THE TERMS, WHICH MADE THE PRESENTATION ABOUT 3 HOURS LONG. AT THE END, AS THE AGENT HAD THE OWNER SIGN THE DOCUMENTS, I WOULD SEPARATE THE COPYS, AND DISCARD THE CARBON COPIES. ALL DONE, WE STOOD UP, SHOOK HANDS, AND WAS JUST ABOUT TO SAY GOOD NIGHT, WHEN THE AGENT LET OUT A SCREAM. …. BARRY! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT. WHEN SOMEONE SAYS THAT TO YOU, YOUR BODY RESPONSE AS IF YOU WERE ILL. SHE SAID, YOU ARE TURNING BLUE ALL OVER. 1ST THOUGHT… HEART ATTACK OR HEAT PROSTRATION. I RAN INTO THE BATH ROOM TO COOL MYSELF DOWN WITH SOME COOL WATER, WHEN I LOOKED UP IN THE MIRROR, THE ROOM STARTED TO SPIN. MY FACE WAS ALL BLUE.
TURNS OUT. AS I THROUGH THE CARBON PAPER OUT, I ROLLED IT IN A BALL WITH MY SWEATY HANDS. THEN AS THE TIME WENT BY, I WIPED THE SWEAT FROM MY FACE. ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL, SHE GOT THE LISTING AND SOLD IT HER SELF
SHE NAMED ME POPPA SMURF, THE NAME STILL STICKS AFTER 15 YEARS
I was showing a vacant house to a couple that was looking to relocate to the mountains. When we wen in, there were several overturned items on the kitchen counters. I suspected a small animal but the house had been vacant for some time.We had toured the older home that really needed a face-lift and they liked it. They started discussing their offer and I sat down on the end of the couch to answer their questions. The client started to sit down on the other end of the couch and picked up a throw pillow so that he could sit down. There was a dead squirrel under it. He very calmly, asked his wife and I to step out onto the porch and then retrieved a plastic bag from the kitchen and disposed of the squirrel. I thought it might blow the deal, but they ended up purchasing the house anyway.
I have many stories too, but, one of the kookiest is from a few years ago. I found a buyer through a major online lead service that we’ve all seen advertised on television for many years. I didn’t know this person at all prior to the time I started showing him small condos. We found the condo he wanted to buy and scheduled the inspection and closing. Before we got to closing his neice contacts me and shows me that she has been given his power of attorney. Several days before closing I receive a phone call saying that my buyer has been picked up on the major boulevard that carries auto traffic into the main entrance of one of our major airports in our city…running around NAKED! I thought oh great, after all my work we won’t close. However, on the day of closing, after having told both my client and his neice what amount to bring to closing he showed up prepared to only pay one dollar because he was a veteran. I told the Title Agents that I apologized for everyone’s trouble and it looked like we wouldn’t close. His neice didn’t want to give up though and talked to him for several hours in the lobby. They left and returned from the bank with the money for closing!
Here’s a story for you..I had both sides of a sale. At the title company both buyers, sellers the title person and me squeezed into a small room. Oh yea, I forgot, the sellers brought their great dane. I was squeezed in the back of the room with the dog laying next to me. All of a sudden, I smelled rotten eggs going right up my nose! The dog farted! Not once but twice! I ran out of the room gagging and out the door throwing up! When I came back to the room, I stood at the door! I was so embarrassedd and completely lost my “professional” demeaner! Everyone was laughing and a comment came out….”Well that’s one way to get rid of a real estate agent”! I’m glad everyone had a laugb on me (I think). I still don’t know how they all stayed in the room! P.S. My new nickname at the title company is “Stinky”!
Here’s a story for you..I had both sides of a sale. At the title company both buyers, sellers the title person and me squeezed into a small room. Oh yea, I forgot, the sellers brought their great dane. I was squeezed in the back of the room with the dog laying next to me. All of a sudden, I smelled rotten eggs going right up my nose! The dog farted! Not once but twice! I ran out of the room gagging and out the door throwing up! When I came back to the room, I stood at the door! I was so embarrassedd and completely lost my “professional” composure! Everyone was laughing and a comment came out….”Well that’s one way to get rid of a real estate agent”! I’m glad everyone had a laugb on me (I think). I still don’t know how they all stayed in the room! P.S. My new nickname at the title company is “Stinky”!
I was showing a property once, and knocked first even though there was a lock box on the door. No answer so we proceeded to enter. Only to find a man sound asleep lying on his side naked. Yes, we immediately left.
Sometimes it’s all about keeping your cool! I was going back into a property one of my buyers had a contract on, so that I could take pictures of the condition of the house – investment properties in the City of Reading, where you can buy 100 year old rowhomes for less than $20,000, have been suffering from many foreclosures in the city and this has led to a rash of vandalism and theft of anything not nailed down in such homes. I needed to take pictures of the house at the time of contract to document it in case of a break-in – little did I know that when I opened the door with the lock-box key, I would arrive on top of three people already in the house stealing everything they could manage. They were even in the process of winching the gigantic 100 year old iron furnace out of the basement steps, and removing all the copper piping. Fortunately, I was so taken aback I went straight into “Scolding Mom” mode and read them the riot act – which THEY were so taken aback to receive they started apologizing and pretending that they had had no idea it was a Foreclosure house, and that they had the full permission of the owner!! They were so dumbstruck at my entrance and lack of fear that I ended up being able to take their pictures – which sent them running off very quickly! Afterwards when I had time to think about it, I was surprised I hadn’t been afraid, but I think my own sheer annoyance at their brazen theft and lies freaked them out so much I wasn’t in any danger! However, I might have to re-think my approach in future; perhaps a solid dose of caution might not come amiss….
All the above stories hit home. Here’s mine: I was showing an apartment building and was told no one would be home. The first apartment was shown and then we went to the second apartment. We walked into the open-door bedroom and you guessed it, there were 2 people doing the “deed”. I said “excuse me” and walked out. I don’t even think they knew I was present.
These stories just go to show you how crazy our business can be. What other profession, other than first responders or police officers, have seen what many of us have seen or heard on a daily basis. It is a good thing we are not faint of heart or we couldn’t do this business.
I was going to preview a home with another agent, as we walked up to the front door the agent said let me go contain the dogs. After several minutes standing outside on this cold winter day the door opened with the other agent inviting me in. Before I was able to go in she said please take off your shoes. I respected her wishes and left my shoes on the front stoop.
The other agent was showing me the house, both of us in our socks then as we entered the kitchen and dinning room I felt my socks getting wet. I was lucky enough to be walking through 2 rooms of pet urin being absorbed by my socks. I kept a straight face and continued the showing, thinking why did I have to remove my shoes, was it to clean the floor.
As I left, I said thank you, I picked up my shoes and carried them to my car. I took of my socks before getting into my car and drove away on this cold winter day. As I drove away I tossed the socks out the window of the car. I pulled into my drive way and meet my wife she just was about to ask where my socks were, I stopped her and said dont ask.
So my team partner and I are doing an Open House one Sunday for another agent’s listing. We set up inside, and make ready for prospective buyers to begin coming in to preview our Open House. Out of seemingly nowhere, the seller’s son appears and decides his car needs to be washed and pulls a hose over the lawn into the driveway, and starts hosing off his car. He then starts making repeated trips into the house to get soap, buckets, and other stuff becoming a real distraction to those who have come to visit and look the property over. My partner and I discussed packing up and leaving, but he finished washing his car and retired to his bedroom inside the house. Then, about a half hour before we were scheduled to leave, he saunters into the kitchen, pulls a bowl of leftover boiled cauliflower out of the refrigerator, and puts it into the microwave and starts heating it up. The smell it gave off was, well….you can imagine. We left soon thereafter. Don’t know if he stunk the house up intentionally because he didn’t want his parents to sell their house or not, but we sure as rain never opted to hold that listing open again! Now, I always pack an air freshener in my Open House bag for contingencies that may exist or arise.
Several years ago my husband and I worked as a team, we were showing a new listing to our young couple, the house was everything they wanted. My husband went down to the walk out basement as we were touring the upper level, he came up the stairs and said there was an alligator in the basement, he could be quite the joker at times and I was getting perturbed with his insistence about an alligator, we went down stairs and in a large shallow pool was an eight foot alligator that hissed I spun around so fast I almost knocked down the buyer, after the initial shock they ended up buying the house and we had one of the best stories in our office. It was also funny when I ordered inspections and told them that there was an alligator in the basement no one took me seriously until they went out to the house they would call me back with great excitement and tell me about the alligator, too funny! The house was in Zeeland Michigan and the owners acquired the alligator as a baby, his sister worked at the zoo in a near by town and when they closed the reptile exhibit she gave her brother the little alligator, who he named Chuck.
A while back I was showing property to friends. It was the end of the day and almost dark when we got to the last house on our tour. It was new construction that had been finished for quite sometime. I opened the tour and attempted to turn on the lights but there was no power. The home was a contemporary with lots of windows and it was a full moon so we proceeded to try to look around in the dark through the moonlight. We were back in the master bedroom (it was a one level home) when my friends asked if there was a basement. It was too dark to read the data sheet so I proceeded back through the house looking for a door that might lead to a basement. I got to one door, talking out loud as I went, while the clients were still in the master. Before I opened the door I said out loud “I think this is the door to the garage”. I open that door to pitch darkness but to the awful smell of strong body odor. I knew immediately that someone was either behind that door or just to the side. I immediately closed the door and locked it and scream for my clients to get out of the house. They complied and while I was at the front door locking it I could see through the house out to the backyard where I saw a man running in the moonlight. My client went around the side of the house and found the side door to the garage open. I immediately called the listing agent to tell her what happened. She was very upset because she had been there just before us waiting for an appointment that never showed up. She hadn’t gone in but waited in her car outside. When she got home she called all the numbers she had for the prospect and they were all fake. The person in the house was waiting for her when I showed up with clients. She also confirmed the power was on but someone had turned it off at the panel box in the garage. We can never be too careful
I had scheduled an appointment to view a property with a client. The agent said it was his parent’s home and they would be home to show it. We were greeted by the woman of the house and she is giving us the tour of the downstairs and we meet a couple of other gentlemen who go upstairs to get out of our way. Then she leads us upstairs, followed by my client and then me. As I get to the top of the stairs my client who had gone into the master bedroom had turned around and walked past me and said, “I have seen enough, let’s go”. I thanked them for showing us the house and left. Outside my client said that one of the gentlemen from downstairs had gone up stairs and when she walked into the bathroom (which had the door open) one of the guys was sitting on the toilet. Needless to say she was not interested in the home.
OMG Judy! That is the freakiest story I’ve heard yet. That is so scary!
I really enjoyed reading the stories. I have often said I should write a book with all the strange things that have happened over the years as a Realtor. Never a dull moment in this buisness!
Great stories! Always keep your sense of humor and expect the unexpected! One of the great things about our jobs and our careers is that we get to experience these things every day! So many stories… make for great blogs!
That is a scary story. I am very happy that your friend was safe and that you were also safe.
One of the lead Brokers at my old company had a story he told all the new agents when we first got trained which is that no matter WHAT the listing says, always call out “REALTOR” loud and clear when you enter a home. When he was a new agent, he was showing a home in the 70′s and when he opened the door, it became clear that a party had occurred the night before, with empty liquor bottles, ashtrays, etc. As he and the clients moved through the home, they then stumbled upon passed out people, but in his inexperience, they still kept going through the home. Finally, he opened one door and found three people in a bed having sex! He hurriedly backed out the door and they all ran out of the house. I always remember that when I enter a home and loudly call out “REALTOR!” as loudly as possible.
A number of years ago I had a listing in my neighborhood & one of my fellow agents from my office asked if she could preview it for her buyers, so I went along with her. The owners greeted us at the door as usual. The husband & his son were hunters, so they had 2 large hunting dogs which they put into their respective cages when we arrived. We went through the whole house & then lastly into the basement. After a couple of minutes, the wife said, “Oh, would you like to see our birds?” Of course, any normal person would assume she was going to show us a bird cage or two with (live, maybe chirping or talking) birds. Well, at that point, she opens up the door of a side-by-side freezer, removes a piece of wax paper from a shelf with a dead bird with its feathers neatly spread out, stroking them & says “Aren’t they beautiful?” I almost had a stroke & needless to say my colleague wanted to kill me & never showed the house.
I think you may be on to a new show for HGTV! “Realtor Realities!”
That’s why Realtors are great at cocktail parties we always have a good story!
Stories that are both funny and not… and that also “prove” that sometimes we will go way too far in an attempt to “make a sale.”
Situational awareness is an extremely important skill in this business, not just for safety reasons. We’d get a lot less suprises if we had more of it. (I’ve had closings where the cobroking agent didn’t even know or – apparently – care.)
At the same time, we might do well to consider what we will and won’t do if there’s ever to be any hope of raising the perception of our profession.
Oh my gosh! In my 17+ years in real estate I could write a book about all that has happened to me while showing or listing homes. Here are some of those stories.
I took a nice older couple to preview a home (which they bought) and we were walking thru the kitchen and heard something in a cabinet, I opened the cabinet door and a squirrel came flying out of there, it was scared, it scared the crap out of us, we all let out little screams, then it ran to the fireplace and went up the chimney. Turns out there was a whole nest of them in there.
I was showing homes one day, stopped by this one that was kind of messy. I had been reassured by the listing agent that no one was home. It was very dark in there and as we got to the last bedroom, the door seemed stuck, so I shoved it really hard, and heard someone groan as I slammed the door into this drunk guy’s head, then I promptly fell over him, what an embarrassment!
I stopped by another one that the agent reassured me that no one would be there, was walking this young couple thru and talking about how cute the home was, okay, here is the second bedroom, it’s a nice size, well, it also has a butt naked man laying on the bed sleeping! I promptly shut the door, red faced and ushered them out of the house into the face of the very angry female tenant, who starting cursing me!
I had chills reading this story as I know how quick and excited I was in my early years to show a home to anyone that wanted to see it. As a new agent over 2o years ago I had a potential buyer call to see a home he had driven by and saw my sign. He said he was there now. I was so happy to have a prospect that I drove right over. I saw him in his car waiting and went inside to turn on lights and get it ready to show, being a vacant home. As he came in behind me he closed and locked the front door. I had a strange feeling as he came over to me and was talking to me very close, in my personal space. I had not told anyone where I was and could only pretend all was fine as I talked about the house, went over to the front door unlocked and opened it wide. I told him to feel free to walk around and take a look as I had an important call to make. I steped outside and dialed a friend and told her to stay on the line until I was safe in my car alone. Nothing happened that day and I did not sell that home to that buyer and chose not to work with that buyer as I just felt too uncomfortable with him. Now maybe nothing was wrong and maybe he was a legtimate buyer but I have learned NEVER to take a chance. Always meet a new client in your office first, copy their drivers license and make sure they know a list of the homes your seeing are with another person. I also think it is a good idea to take down their license plate tag number and supply it to your receptionist with their license. Better safe then sorry. I also think an open house should always have 2 people in it. Even if it is just a friend do not sit there alone with a sign saying come on in..you just never know who may be walking in.
Don’t Panic “Out of gear”
I was showing land earlier this year and the second one i showed was an acre lot on a hill. The road was a curve on a hill with not much area to park. My buyer was following me in his car. I parked and he parked behind me. By the time I walked around the front of the car to the location the buyer was standing his leg was pinched between the two cars. He had gotten out of his car and walked between the two cars and his popped out of gear and trapped him.
I paniced just enough to say “Oh my God” several times as I ran around my car to get to a spot I could try to push his car off of him. Luckily he had already pushed himself out from between. Nothing was broken or bleeding thank goodness. I grabbed the first aid kit from the car and got the arnica out. I let him rub that onto his sure-to-be-bruised leg.
I was a bit shook up, but someone I told the story to pointed out that my buyer was lucky. If my car hadn’t been there he could have been run over by his own car. Yikes.
I found these stories very entertaining. I too have my own stories to tell. The things we agents go through in this business, only we would believe. Thanks for making me feel as if I’m not the only one put in weird situations.
I was showing a vacant house to a client one dark evening. The power was on, but all the lights were off. I went inside first, and felt along the wall for a light switch. Just as my hand reached the switch, my feet also reached a step down into the living room. As the light flicked on, I fell off the step and landed on my knees. I quickly turned around, still on my knees, clasped my hands, and looked up at my client. I said, “Please buy this house!” He then helped me up and we were laughing so hard we could barely view the house. When we got back to his house, he told his wife how I got down on my knees and begged for the sale. They didn’t buy that particular house, but we went on to have six transactions together over fifteen years, and became friends!
I happened to be showing property in my home town about 4 years ago. It was very hot & most of the homes had the a/c on. As we entered one of the homes, one of the buyers said, “Is that water that I hear running?” I told him no, I thought it was just the a/c. I felt confident that no one was home since we had an appointment & there were no cars in the driveway. Imagine our surprise as we start up the stairs & a young man opens up the bathroom door (located DIRECTLY at the top of the stairs) in all of his glory. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was coming,” he says, then his girlfriend pops her head over his shoulder screams in shock! He slams the door. We start to walk away & he opens the door & says, you can come up now. At this point he has nothing but a towel on & we have no idea where the girlfriend is. My buyers look at me & say “no thanks, we’re all set.” At dinner that night I relate the story to my husband & 2 teenage daughters & we all get a good laugh.
A few weeks later, my daughter comes home from high school to announce that she has invited a few friends over to swim. Image my surprise when I looked up to find the young man from the top of the stairs walking in. He took one look at me & turned bright red! It was everything I could do to refrain from saying, “Oh, I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on!”
This is pretty gross and don’t know if it is printable. Was relatively new in the business and was showing clients a condo that I had previously previewed the week before. I always called and left a message (per mls instructions)saying the time I was coming by with my phone number if that was a problem. I also always ring the bell and when I enter say a loud Hello..anybody home (?)just to make sure no one is home. My clients were a young couple that followed me around the 2 level condo. Upstairs the door was closed for the master bedrm so I showed the other bedrooms and bath talking loudly, knocked on the Master bedroom door and gingerly opened it to..you guessed it a guy doing his thing! Needless to say I slamed the door and we rushed out of the condo. The guy new I was coming and basiclly had set me up. I told the other Realtor what I had encountered…he cancelled the listing.
From that day forward it always worries me what I am going to find behind a closed door!
I had first time homebuyers with me, a referral from my husband. This couple worked for him and this was their very first outting looking at homes. The first home I showed them was a short sale, that had renters in it. We walked in, and it was as if they were still on the premises, SOMEWHERE. The TV was blaring, there were clothes strewn everywhere, food in the sink and dirty dishes on the table and counters. Okay, we understood that maybe we were putting them out and they had to leave when they may have been in the middle of something. BUT…when we got to the main bathroom…oh MY. First of all, it was as if someone had just clipped lots of facial hair–BLACK FACIAL HAIR–and were suddenly called away, pretty nasty, but the piece de resistance (as they say in French) was some huge disgusting collection of hair “artwork” that had obviously been there awhile STUCK to the wall of the shower! It was soooo gross, that we got the heck out of there PRONTO.
I did sell them a house, one that was completely clean, right down the street.
While conducting an open house, the open house sign kept falling over. I found two rocks to sturdy the sign. Looking out the window, the sign was on the ground again.
The rocks weren’t doing the job so I tossed them into the wooded area between the house and the neighbors house. Ten minutes later, the neighbor appeares in the kitchen holding the two rocks yelling at me that I threw them at her. What???
While conducting an open house, the open house sign kept falling over. I found two rocks to sturdy the sign. Looking out the window, the sign was on the ground again.
The rocks weren’t doing the job so I tossed them into the wooded area between the house and the neighbors house. Ten minutes later, the neighbor appeared in the kitchen holding the two rocks yelling at me that I threw them at her. What???