The Elegant Augusta Real Estate Blog

Lydia Taylor January 22nd, 2008

I try very hard to be a competent and hardworking Realtor. I try to provide the best service possible - and I try to go the extra mile for all of my clients.

However sometimes grace leaves my side and things go a little pear shaped.

I was meeting with some pretty important clients and we went to tour some homes they were looking to invest in. Typically I drive my clients around. In this case one of the clients wanted to go in his truck. So, I piled into the back of the work truck and we were off.

I was trying very hard to impress them with my enthusiasm and knowledge. By my scale I thought I was ROCKING IT, however that would not be what I would be remembered for on this day. We toured the homes and then it was time for me to be dropped off and go back to the office. Whether what happened next was caused partially by my high heels is still up for debate - as I stepped out of the truck my pant leg caught on the hook that secures the back door. It was like slow motion… I could see there was no stopping me from falling to the asphalt below! As gravity took hold, my pant leg that had been caught helped swivel me around, to fall on my back at the last second.

I landed right on my back in downtown Augusta in the middle of Broad Street.

Suspect wanted for questioning?

So there I lay… purse in one hand… my files in the other… and my leg stuck on the door of a truck a good 3 feet above my head! The sight was so unusual it brought people out of a nearby restaurant to stare.

As I lay there laughing, I was wondering how in the world I was going to manage getting up. To assist, my client graciously unhooked my leg. But I still had nothing to grasp onto to get off the street. So I continued to lay on the asphalt laughing in embarrassment.

Finally, realizing that I was not going to pick myself up - my client decided to do it for me. He bent over, put his hands under my armpits and placed me like a little doll right back on my feet. Speechless, I just stood there laughing. He looked at me with concern and asked if I was alright. I looked at him and said, “No, I am embarrassed.” That was the truth - I had not a scratch, bump, or bruise to me physically - but my ego had been shattered.

Trying to regain my composure, I said, “Grace is not my strong suit, but I am always memorable and good for a laugh.” My client said I was either the klutziest person or the most brilliant salesperson he had ever met - because of all the real estate agents he had worked with, one thing was for sure…he would never forget me!

So, for my Realtor friends who read my Elegant Blog (and everyone else that works with the public), remember that falling down on the job is not always a bad thing!

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