You know what is wild about being a realtor for close to 20 years? The memories.

All the time when I’m driving around town, I will pass a house I have shown at some point and remember something about it or my clients. Occasionally I will be way out in the country on drives with friends and suddenly see a house I showed a long time ago.

My car club had a drive last weekend. A few of us decided to go through Midway on the way home. We went through a neighborhood where I had a listing 12 years ago. I will always remember that house.

Why?

Well, here is the story.

The seller was a friend from high school who was moving back to Lexington. I had already found him his new house and it was time to sell this one. He was out of the country the day it was going to hit the market. I had to run to the house to put a sign in the yard, a lockbox on the door and check on a few last minute items before showings started.

He just had new carpet installed and wanted me to take off my shoes, which I did before I stepped inside. Just then, a very loud alarm started going off. Not the kind that just beeps inside the house. This was like a severe weather siren attached to the outside of his house.

He had told me the alarm would be off.

I decide the best thing to do is turn the power off for the whole house. I run into the garage in search of the electrical panel. I flip the light switch, and it remained pitch black. The bulbs were burned out. I turn on the flashlight on my phone and take my first step into the garage. OUCH!!! Every step hurt like crazy but I was on a mission to get that darn alarm turned off. I turn all the power off for the house. The alarm did not stop. It had a battery backup. I run back, barefoot, into the house in search of the alarm’s back up battery. Meanwhile, I see neighbors starting to gather in the driveway. Ugh, the battery is in a metal box that needs a screw driver to open, so back in the garage to find one. FINALLY, the alarm is off!

Next thing I know, I am outside assuring the neighbors that all is well. Turns out the alarm is not monitored and it wasn’t the first time it has gone off. One of the neighbors told me they hoped the new owners would remove it.

By this time, the adrenaline is wearing off and I remember my feet are hurting. Remember all this has happened with me being barefoot since I was asked to remove my shoes.

I opened the garage door before I left to see what was all over the floor. I had no idea that my client had a hobby of doing something with metal. The whole garage floor was covered with metal shavings which as you can imagine are quite sharp.

This would have made one amazing video on Tik Tok had somebody recorded it.