10/30/2025
Alright, things have been a bit dull here, so let’s liven it up—especially if you're one of our Nevada Realtors!
We all have those hilariously unforgettable stories from working in real estate. I’ve got plenty to share after 42 years of selling in the Carson Valley. Here’s one for you—if you’re in real estate or title, feel free to jump in with your own stories in the comments!
I was training my sister to become a Realtor, back in the 80's and took her along to preview a new listing. The instructions were simple: the tenant was home, just leave a voicemail with the time you'd be there and go on in.
After lunch, we headed over to the house, arriving about an hour later. To our surprise, the front door wasn’t just unlocked—it was wide open. I called out to see if anyone was there, but no one responded. My sister and I wandered around the downstairs for a few minutes, waiting to see if someone would show up. Me with my clipboard, taking notes. Eventually, we headed upstairs to check out the bedrooms.
We peeked into the first bedroom, then the bathroom, when suddenly we heard a low growl. At the end of the hall, lying in front of the closed master bedroom door, was a brown pit bull, clearly not happy with us being there. We froze in place, realizing there were voices coming from inside the bedroom—sounds of a couple engaged in some “romantic honeymoon” activities.
I glanced at my sister, put a finger to my lips to signal “SHHH,” and we backed slowly down the hallway to the stairs. About halfway down the staircase, the dog growled again, louder this time, but stayed put by the bedroom door, making sure we knew he was boss.
Just as we reached the bottom step, we heard the bedroom door open. A man, looking slightly embarrassed, came down the stairs, pulling his T-shirt over his head. “Uh... sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly. “My wife and I were just, uh... taking a little nap."
I gave him my best Carol Burnett grin. The truth was evident to all of us in the room, but we were all adults. I was passing a small round table with an ashtray and a pack of ci******es sitting on it. I picked up the pack and handed it to the man and with a smile said "Cigarette?" and handed him the pack. He gave me a good-natured chuckle and took a cigarette out of the pack and lit it. My sister, red-faced, embarrassed, and speechless, was wondering if we had done something wrong. I smiled as the man stood at the base of the stairs and told him, "We were just leaving. Clearly, you are having a better day than we are. We will shut the door on our way out." As we closed the front door, the man shouted, "Thank you, ladies," and my sister and I rushed to my car and laughed all the way back to the office. That was her first preview of a home, and she never forgot it.
