The Definition of Hooped

avatarthumbnail.jpgMy 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.

Fountain Hills homes for sale

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.

Fountain Hills real estate

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.

Fountain Hills Arizona

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.
[tags]Phoenix real estate, Fountain Hills real estate[/tags]

Jonathan Dalton

Jonathan Dalton is a 40-plus-year resident of the Valley and has been helping folks buy and sell homes since 2004. He can be reached at 602-502-9693 or info at


  • Jay Thompson 10 years ago

    It’s a good thing Murray had his phone. I’d have hated to see a pic of you pulling some Spiderman routine crawling down the wall…

    Looks like your clients are good natured folk!

  • Ricardo Bueno 10 years ago

    “…whoosh came the wind and slam went the door.”

    Ahh Jonathan, I’m sorry but your little misadventure had me laughing. Look at it this way, it made for a great story and I’m sure one Di and Murray will NEVER forget (and that’s a good thing).

    Unfortunately, I can’t tell how many times I’ve been hooped as a result of being rushed out the door. See, the thing is, I’m forgetful of my keys sometimes and I just rush out slamming the door behind me. I’ll leave my story at that on account of the less-than-happy ending 😀

  • Charleston real estate blog 10 years ago

    I don’t know why anyone installs a doorknob that automatically locks when the door closes, how many homeowners have been locked out of their homes. The same thing happened to me a month ago but thankfully, it was a home with stairs leading to the backyard and then we were able to get out.

  • Bob Schenkenberger 10 years ago

    I’ve had the same happen to me, but the worst I had to do was walk back to the front door and let everyone in. I’m sure the experience is one your clients will remember, hopefully fondly!

  • Jonathan Dalton 10 years ago

    I kept telling them that it would make the perfect story for when they were entertaining friends in that very townhouse … 🙂

  • Steve Nicks 10 years ago

    I have a very similar routine. My lockbox key goes back in my pocket, because sure as you know what, if I set in on the counter, I’d walk out, stick the key back into the lockbox and then be “hooped”. However, after opening the front door, the house key never leaves my hand.

    I’ve hand several instances, the last one being last week, where the exact same thing happens. We’re out back and the buyers turn to go back in the house only to be met by a locked door. I then get the on-the-verge-of-panic look when they turn around. Steve to the rescue…I always have the house key in my hand.

    Good story, though. It looks like you had some very understanding clients. Heck, they even let you take pictures of the adventure.

  • Larry Yatkowsky 10 years ago

    must have been good natured Canadians. we take adversity in stride, especially if you promise us a cold beer 🙂

  • Susan Gruenling 10 years ago

    Jonathan, you are not alone. I was showing some good natured Canadians a condo recently. The wife walked into the gated pool area and her husband and I followed, not thinking anything of it. Well of course, the pools are usually only accessible with a key. The gate had been left ajar and she was able to enter. So of course it locked behind us. We had to move a lounge chair and climb over the fence to get out. We bonded.