Our area is small town/rural,my office knows that open houses are a waste of time so we never do them.But the poor townie Realtors'll get a listing out here & decide they'll do one.I'll sometimes drop by & talk to the poor bastards because I know they're stuck there for 4 hours with NOBODY comin' by.
So one Sunday I decide to drop by one because I've got a client lookin' for something like this house.There's an attractive young lady Realtor all by herself & while I may be an old married man I'll always spare some time for my young attractive colleagues
So as we're discussing the business & her havin' to drive 35 miles to waste an entire Sunday afternoon because her dumb client wanted an Open House & I'm just about ready to leave when a guy drives up & walks in the house.
Suddenly my "Something's wrong here" receptors started tingling & I've learned to pay attention to them.
I'm a pretty good student of body language & I watch people closely.This guy's eyes lit up when he saw her & dropped when he saw me.
So small talk ensues & I (required by law) mention that I'm just a local Realtor lookin' at the house for my client & the young lady is the listing agent for the house,if he's interested he should talk to her.Then he starts talkin' to me,explainin' that he lives out here & he's thinkin' about moving.
So I ask him where he lives & he can't seem to tell me exactly which road he lives on.I know the area he's talkin' about like the back of my hand,including individual houses & he still can't pinpoint where he lives.
So he finally says he's goin' to look at the rest of the house & disappears down the hall.
The young lady turns to me & says "Would you mind staying until he leaves? I'm not real comfortable with this guy" I said of course I would & told her I was armed (just my boot gun,but I moved it to my pocket),she was very relieved.
After a few minutes he comes back into the living room,utters a few more non-sequiters & leaves.
The agent then tells me she's had enough & is endin' the OH an hour early,to hell with what her clients think.So I waited 'til she got the house closed up & left.
the FBI has rated our profession as dangerous,I knew a fellow Realtor,not well as I'd only met him once,who was murdered while showing a house
So one Sunday I decide to drop by one because I've got a client lookin' for something like this house.There's an attractive young lady Realtor all by herself & while I may be an old married man I'll always spare some time for my young attractive colleagues

Suddenly my "Something's wrong here" receptors started tingling & I've learned to pay attention to them.
I'm a pretty good student of body language & I watch people closely.This guy's eyes lit up when he saw her & dropped when he saw me.
So small talk ensues & I (required by law) mention that I'm just a local Realtor lookin' at the house for my client & the young lady is the listing agent for the house,if he's interested he should talk to her.Then he starts talkin' to me,explainin' that he lives out here & he's thinkin' about moving.
So I ask him where he lives & he can't seem to tell me exactly which road he lives on.I know the area he's talkin' about like the back of my hand,including individual houses & he still can't pinpoint where he lives.
So he finally says he's goin' to look at the rest of the house & disappears down the hall.
The young lady turns to me & says "Would you mind staying until he leaves? I'm not real comfortable with this guy" I said of course I would & told her I was armed (just my boot gun,but I moved it to my pocket),she was very relieved.
After a few minutes he comes back into the living room,utters a few more non-sequiters & leaves.
The agent then tells me she's had enough & is endin' the OH an hour early,to hell with what her clients think.So I waited 'til she got the house closed up & left.
the FBI has rated our profession as dangerous,I knew a fellow Realtor,not well as I'd only met him once,who was murdered while showing a house
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