I bet all of us have more than our fair share of angst and anxieties than humor and funny moments in our dealings in the real estate world. Despite the travails in trekking the profession we choose, there should be at least some funny and enjoyable times worth remembering.
Allow me to share mine.
Having only been transplanted here in the Land of Opportuniy for fourteen years now, the twangs and slangs of the people I interact with personally do not possess the potent effect to transform my enunciation or pronunciation of syllables and words. The biggest challenge for me are singular syllabic words with double ees and eas.
Because my very first listing was a lakefront property, I have developed a deep compassion for this type of properties. Hence, over the course of years, I assumed the title “Lakefront Specialist.”
In one of our showings, I have already gathered the information about the quality, restrictions, depth and presence of invasive plants but the beach. So, my clients and I traversed the road where the lakefront home we looked at was situated and scout around for a friendly face.
Luckily, we found a nice man walking leisurely towards our direction as if powdering his shoes with dust was his mission for the day. When our faces met closely,—enough to engage in a quick hello—, I tried to give my most amicable smile and said, “Good afternoon. Is there a beach on this lake?”
Somehow, my BEACH sounded thunderously as BIT*H. His auditory sense registered the whole sentence as “Is there a B**** on this lake?” because of the weird look on his face. My clients, who knew me so well, tried to compose themselves to hold their guffaws.
I turned my head quickly away from my clients after realizing the big
and told the amused or shocked man that I was referring to a public beeeeech. I tried immensely to enunciate the beach carefully, keeping the eee syllable to sound longer to avoid the pejorative word. I was relieved when his lips parted to exert a smirk rather than a smile. I would take that anytime.
After getting the direction from him, my clients and I could not stop from blurting a big laugh non-stop for at least three minutes. The amiable teasing from them did not stop there. It became a good conversation piece during the pursuit of their perfect getaway. When they finally found it, they retrospected our adventures together. To them, the “beach” incident was classic. Indeed, it was a classic example of a very unforgettable humorous but enjoyable moment.
Perhaps, you can tell now why I would refuse to say the word “sheet.”