I was helping a friend/client try to find a snowmobiling camp up in Island Pond, VT (which is about 2 hours out of my regular area). We tried to pack as many camps as we could per trip, we had a list of 7 places and a pretty tight schedule. At the 5th one, I knew it was just what he was looking for, but I knew to keep my opinions to myself and let him work it out in his head. As he was getting that look in his eye, I suggested that he check out the loft area. Now he’s a big guy, prolly 6′4″ and had to duck his head up there, but I could tell he was really digging the place. He turned around and smiled down at us and walked straight into the rotating ceiling fan.
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard or so long in my life. It knocked his sunglasses off his head and left quite a mark on his noggin. The Seller, who was present for the showing, couldn’t believe that I was laughing so much over a bump in the head.
Even a month later at the closing when the Seller brought it up, I laughed all over again.
