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My clients and I were coming in from the backyard of a listing
when something darted up my pant leg. I started screaming
and jumping around like a crazy person, and my clients were
obviously alarmed. Whatever was in there kept jumping
higher and higher, and all I could think was, “I have to get
these pants off! Am I really going to take my pants off with
I bolted into the master bedroom, and my clients followed
behind. Now they were screaming as loudly as I was. I dashed
into the master closet and slammed the door behind me. Still
squealing, I ripped my pants off—and out jumped a grass-
I was mortified that my clients had witnessed this whole
thing. I got my pants back on, mustered what composure I
could, and opened the closet door, My clients were doubled
over in laughter as I explained to them what happened. Mr.
Buyer caught the grasshopper and kindly escorted it outside.
I have one takeaway from this experience: Skinny-legged
pants are a must! Kelly Christenson, CRS, GRI, RE/MAX Trinity,
Fort Worth, Texas
Doing the Jitterbug
in the trenches
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A Listing With a Sting
My seller hired a handyman to do some home-inspection repairs. It turned out the worker was also wanted by the police.
I got a call one day from a Kentucky State Police officer, who
had somehow found out the man was working on a home I rep-
resented. I learned there were several warrants out for his arrest
and they apparently needed my help in nabbing him. I let the
police know the next time the handyman would be at the house,
They asked me to meet them at the house, which is when it
dawned on me I would be playing a major role in his arrest. “We
don’t want you to be alarmed,” the officer said, “but there will
be seven state police cars outside when you arrive.” When I got
there, several patrol cars pulled up behind me, and I could see
cops hiding in the bushes. My heart started racing when they
asked me to go to the door. When the handyman opened it,
several officers flew inside, put him in handcuffs, and led him be-
hind the house. I never saw him again. Neither the seller nor the
buyer ever fully understood what happened; I just tried to help
my client find a repairman she could trust a little more. Lynne
Sneed, ABR, CIPS, Keller Williams Bluegrass Realty, Lexington, Ky.
A Friendly Ambush
When I met my client’s 3-year-old daughter during a listing
appointment, she was more interested in her toy box than
talking to me. Her mother then suggested she show me her
room. The next thing I knew, I was laying on the girl’s bedroom
floor while she playfully hit me over the head with her large
stuffed dog. Then she sat on my head and held my wrist so I
couldn’t interfere while she changed the background photo on
my Apple watch. When I tried to escape her hilarious torture
and get back to her mother, she chased me into the kitchen,
where we had a dance party with their golden retriever. Later,
her mother told me why she jumped on me: “Because I love her,”
the girl had told her. We set up a playdate at Dunkin’ Donuts for
a pink donut with sprinkles. Kimberly Allard-Moccia, GRI, Century 21
Professionals, Braintree, Mass.