Some Days You Work Nights…..

January 14, 2007 by Monika McGillicuddy
Filed under Funny true stories

Some days you work nights….or better yet some days you just shouldn’t work at all. I’ve had a pretty interesting week…first there was my encounter with the lovely biker chick and then my encounter with Mr. closing dates aren’t important.
I think I should have known enough to pack it in for the rest of the week.

Today we awoke to freezing rain…the dreaded black ice…there are few things in life I fear more than the dreaded black ice! Not a problem as I figured I’d just stay home and enjoy the big game …which in my household is a big event.

Then…I got a call from a client wanting to take a look at a house I discussed with him yesterday…the house was empty and in need of total rehab. I knew that I could just go show and leave a voice message letting the listing agent know, as I had spoken with her yesterday.

I told my client that I don’t do black ice...and if he really wanted to see it he’d have to come pick me up at my house and drive us. He said okay and came and got me.
The roads were icy and he drove slow.

We arrived safely and walked about the outside very carefully due to the ice. This is a 200 year old home with 14 rooms and really should be torn down. Armed with flashlights we entered the home very carefully…there was no power, wood rot and un-level floors made for slow going.

The first floor was pretty bad but when we found the formal stairway leading to the second floor it was a sight to behold. You could just imagine how it must have looked in its glory days…just awesome. The second floor was very intriguing…the workmanship and attention to detail just incredible but all in major disrepair…long neglected and looking for love!

After going through several rooms on the second floor we followed a long hallway with wood floors to the back end of house, stepped up 3 good sized steps and entered another level of the home…two rooms and attic access. In the second room there was this funky round hole cut into the floor…right in the center of the room.
It was pretty dark up there…so I walked up to the hole and looked down and couldn’t see anything at all. I said “I wonder what this hole is for?” at the same time my client walked up behind me and shinned his flashlight down the hole.

I’m embarrassed to tell you that when I saw what was looking up at me with it’s eyes open…I freaked and let out a loud scream…my listing package flew out of my hands as I turned I pushed my client aside and ran hollering like a blubbering idiot out of the room…through the other room and you guessed it…..I forgot about the stairs so of course I fell down them whacked my head on the wall…still screaming now only harder as my body was as out of control as my mouth was!!!

I landed on my knees…my body sliding down the hall way… I could hear my lock box ricocheting off the wall and my client yelling…“It’s dead…it’s dead…it’s dead” …I’m on all fours and could feel the warm blood pouring down my leg! I’m trying hard not to cry and praying that I didn’t break my ankle again!

My client…he’s freaking out trying to help me up…I’m okay but my leg is bleeding but he can’t see that as I have on long pants…thank god. Anyway I get up compose myself and tell him that I am breaking a cardinal rule in real estate but he would need to do the attic and the rest of the house without me as I’m done in the house and would wait for him outside…

The ride home was interesting and my client thank god he knows me well and likes me because I’m sure anyone else would have thought I was a nut case. Did I tell you he was my ex brother in law…he tells everyone he kept me in the divorce because he likes me better than he does his brother!