I don't want someone else's kids in my car with me!
I must have been waiting to tell a little story from a couple years ago about my Friend Rosemary; a Broker with a competing Firm who did a splendid job of choreographing a batch of showings for a New Minister coming to her Church from out of State.
Rosemary lined up 8 or 10 houses to show to the Minister's Wife while he was being interviewed by the Church Elders; one of the Listings to be shown was mine. Then after the Wife had made a first cut, the Minister would participate in a second round of showings.
Rosemary was about 20 or 25 minutes late . . . . very much unlike her; she usually budgets just about the right amount of time to arrive right at the appointed moment.
When she did show, in her fully appointed
Bright Red Jeep Grand Cherokee with contrasting
Snow White Interior; she had the Minister's Wife and about 5 of his Kids in that vehicle, she jumped out and apologized:
"I'm so sorry for being late; we took time to stop for something to eat, but then little Sally here had an unfortunate disagreement with her Lunch".That White interior was no longer Blemish Free. Little Sally must have really blasted the entire contents of her digestive system all over the Interior: Head Liner; Carpet; Windshield; Visors; Dashboard; Door Panels; and all of the other Occupants . . . . including the usually Pristine Rosemary (though she remained un-rattled throughout this endeavor).
Well, that showing was somewhat truncated. I don't know where they went next. Evidence of their having been at my Listing lingered long after they left. Rosemary now drives a smaller vehicle which only allows for Adults to accompany her, who can concentrate on Real Estate.
There but for the Grace of God go I. I always try to learn from others.