My thanks to Diana for the title for today’s misadventure in real estate.
Hooped, for those down here in the States, means something akin to … um … er … up a creek? Screwed? Certain other words that I can’t write in a family blog without incurring the wrath of my wife?
I’d never heard the term until two weeks ago and today I had the opportunity to live it.
This was the view from a townhouse my clients, Di and Murray, visited today (names used with their full blessing, for those so wondering.) The photograph doesn’t quite do it justice but we found ourselves looking at a panoramic vista stretching from Four Peaks to the north side of Red Mountain.
It was an amazing view. And it was a view we had the opportunity to enjoy for 40-odd minutes thanks to an unfortunate gust of wind and an even more unfortunately locked bedroom door leading to the balcony.
I follow a set routine when I show a house … enter the house, put my lockbox key back in my pocket so I don’t forget it, then set the key down in the house inside the bottom of the lockbox so I don’t lose either. Once in a while I’ll hold the key the whole time, but at the end of the long day I’m more likely to put it down.
Which I did – just inside the front door. Up we went to the second floor, out we went onto the balcony, whoosh came the wind and slam went the door. Oh, and my cell phone was sitting in my car because I’d received several calls and didn’t want to be distracted from my clients any more at this point in the day.
Fortunately, Murray had his cell phone. Even more fortunately, the home was listed by a fellow RE/MAX agent. “Multiple locations in the event you’re locked on the balcony of a two-story listing” isn’t normally one of the reasons to choose a brokerage or a company, but it came in handy here.
The listing office was in the Chandler/Gilbert area some 45 minutes away. But there was another RE/MAX office around the corner and Peggy was kind enough to come over and rescue us (a gift card will be in the mail tomorrow.)
Here’s a gripping photo of me with Murray’s phone trying to call for help.
So, here’s what we learned while we waited:
- The view doesn’t get old even as you’re staring at it for 40-plus minutes in 90-odd degree heat.
- The neighborhood is quiet – so quiet that no one drove by, no one happened to see the wide open front door to the house and if not for the help of Peggy, we’d likely have been on the balcony until spring.
- Being hooped is far better conceptually than in reality.