Caroline Ashe Your Source in Augusta, GA Real Estate May 28th, 2007
As much as I try to plan out home tours ahead of time, once in awhile it becomes uncontrollable and somehow things take a turn into the strange. Several weeks ago, I went to take a first time homebuyer out to look at homes. I had laid out a pretty solid plan of homes that were in his price range, were close to his work, and were all great homes. I just knew I had a great tour ahead!!!
So I thought.
Problem #1- I let my client follow me. Sometimes they insist for various reasons, and this one did. Generally, I am pretty good at getting to my destination, however this house was on a section of one way street and it was not a matter of going up one street and coming around. No, this street was at a diagonal and I got lost trying to get around to where I needed to be. So when I finally got oriented to where I was, it was obvious I had gone in a couple of circles and it was also obvious I was unfamiliar with the home.. (which led to problem number two).
Problem #2- Sometimes one end of the street is not as good as the other. This particular house was on a street I thought I knew pretty well. I was wrong. The end of street I was on led to a less desirable neighborhood. I had a guy beg for change and then curse me when I would not deliver. Then a ‘crazy lady’ came up to rant about the pharmacist. What pharmacist and where I have no clue- but it was important to her that we heard her complaint. Oh how we heard it…
I knew it would be a struggle to pull out of this one, but I still had some great houses to look at. I thought I still had time to save this tour. I had not yet totally tanked.
Problem #3- I get very excited when I show houses. I love real estate and houses. I love to open closets, imagine other furniture in the space, comment on what improvements can be made, and generally look at the house as if I were going to buy it. You may be thinking ‘that doesn’t sound so bad,’ until you see me giggle with delight, coo at something cute, rumple my nose at something I hate or any other reaction that you had not bargained for. I got so excited with a couple of the homes and a couple of times I saw him look at me like I was a complete loon. The more I tried to turn off my excitement the more the inner dork came out. I tried to hide it but it was too late…I was a chatty excited dork! AAAGGGHH!
Problem #4- The very last house we looked at was my piece de resistance. I had saved the best home for last. My chance to save the tour right?
I was given the wrong home alarm code. This led to me setting off the alarm not once, but twice! What a disaster! We previewed the home as the alarm blared, which woke up every dog in a 10 mile radius, made the neighbors come out and stare, and generally made the viewing miserable. My one saving grace was that it did not notify the police. I am pretty sure if a cop had shown up that that would have been the topper to my shame.
Problem #5- I tried to recover. I knew in my heart that he thought I was weirdo, however my brain said I still had a chance. Before he scurried into his car to escape me, I said, “Please call me I would love to show you more homes.” My speech should have ended there but it did not. No, I went on for about five or six more minutes in the blazing sun. I tried to stop- but I just could not help myself.
Everyone who knows me knows that my heart is always in the right place. I love showing homes and I especially love the satisfaction of helping someone find their first home. Sometimes though, between me getting excited and Mr. Murphy stepping in, things just go bad.
The good news is that there is a first time homebuyer out there that will always remember his first trip out to look for his new home.