This story was told to me by a realtor who wishes to remain anonymous.

The realtor in question is part of the baby boomer demograph and usually works with slightly 'older' clientele.

One of her clients, a widow in her mid to late 80's, had finally decided to sell her enormous home and downsize to a much smaller apartment. The client, it should be noted, was a fiesty, very well educated old gal who didn't take any crap from anyone.  Her home was a classic beauty absolutely filled to the brim with history and one that took any potential buyer back into a time and place mostly forgotten by the modern era. 

Her one major concern was, of course, privacy. She didn't want to be disturbed too often and insisted that she must be told of absolutely every open house, every agent's open and every showing. She wanted meticulous records kept of each and every phone call regarding her home and she required as much time as possible to prepare her house for each 'appointment'.

The realtor felt that most of this was easy to accomodate and readily agreed.

The market was particularly busy during this period of the year and the realtor found herself running around in circles trying to keep up with all of her appointments, errands, etc...etc.... As to be expected, she eventually forgot to tell her rather elderly client of an appointment one friday afternoon and figured that, rather than call at the last minute, she would just pop by with her potential buyers and knock on the door.

The realtor arrived and rang the doorbell several times before deciding that her client was out and that she could probably get away with showing this home without first telling her client 'just this one time'.

As the realtor showed her clients around the massive home they eventually made their way to the bedroom, where the large door was closed and a tad difficult to open.

With a few bangs on the door and a final, gentle push the door began to open but not before the realtor and her buyers heard a great deal of scurrying and the pitter-patter of feet.

A 'young' man, in his 60's or thereabouts, came rushing past them, madly trying to put his pants on as he scrambled down the stairs and out the door. The homeowner brushed past the stunned group, stopped at the top of the stairs, turned and said to the speechless gathering in her refined voice ' What are you people looking at?" "I told you I might have 'appointments', didn't I?".

The realtor was fired but years later believes that the story was worth the cost of the lost business.

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