01/12/2025
This photo popped up in my memories, from 3 years ago today and I think it's time I share the story of my wildest listing appointment 👑👑
📖Part 1📖
3 years ago, a homeowner had reached out to me. Someone I did not know and had never met (let's call him Paul) and he needed help selling his home. I agreed to meet with him to discuss his options.
When I arrived at the property, I realized it needed quite a bit of TLC. Paul had a bit of a unique situation. He was the sole owner of the home but his father lived on the property to help take care of the home as Paul was wheelchair bound. He also stated his brother (we can call him Ronnie) was present at the time, also lived in the home. We took a tour of the home and talked about some of the projects that they had started or wanted to get to get done but were in a hurry to sell.
As we were going over the paperwork portion of getting the home listed, Paul's father began helping Paul get his shoes on, get into his wheelchair and put on a coat. At this point, I'm very confused but Paul was continuing the conversation as nothing was happening so I continued answering questions. As Paul's father begins wheeling him out of the front door, Paul causally informs states "my brother is very drunk and my dad would like to finish this conversation at your office" 😳
Keep in mind, it's 10:30am and I do not know this family nor do I know what kind of person Romnie becomes when alcohol is involved so I quickly gather my things and follow Paul and his father out of the house. As I'm almost out of the house and Paul is getting into the truck, his father says "oh! My other son has a question for you". I hesitantly stop and turn to look back inside the house (I am half way out the front door) and I see Ronnie has come back to the living room and is just swaying like a leaf. He stumbles over his words but finally asks me "is it safe to take 7 Va**um at once?"
I'm at a loss for words. I state that I do not believe this is safe and asked him if he had, in fact, taken 7 Va**um. He confirmed he did and proceeded to lay down on the couch and said he did not feel well.
Flabbergasted, I turned back to Paul and his father. Paul was already in the truck and his father was getting in and just shouted across the drive "you'll call 911 and we will meet you at the office?"
I am even more flabbergasted at this point. I dial 911 and head to my car because I don't feel safe staying in the home with a man I don't know under the influence of drugs and alcohol. I did convince Paul and his father to wait in their car until EMTs arrived.
Paul's father did not speak great English, which is why I assumed he had asked me to make the call. When EMTs arrived, Paul and his father remained in the truck and I was the one speaking to the EMTs. They did inform me that, unfortunately, this is not the first time they've arrived at this address for Ronnie. Police then showed up and began questioning me about Ronnie, his age/history, where he got the pills, etc. I kept reiterating that I did not know this person, nor where he got the pills and I was just there to help them sell the home.
Ronnie finally agreed to go with EMTs to the hospital and the rest of us proceeded to my office, where we signed ✍️the listing agreement and the property was listed a few days later.
In hindsight, I probably should have taken this as a warning as to how the rest of this transaction would go but I was sympathetic to their situation and I wanted to help the best way I could.
