More on Memorial Day soon but until then...
As if plumber, secretary, and janitor were not enough additions to the ol' job description I had this conversation on the phone today:
ME: Hello, will smama's presbyterian church.
HER: Do you know anything about the house down the road?
ME: (stunned silence)
HER: It is down on the end of the road, number 28 or something.
ME: Ummm, what?
HER: There is a house down there and I walked up to it and it didn't look like anyone was living in it. I am interested in it. Do you know anything about it?
ME: Oh... um yeah, they have moved to Florida but I don't know if it is for sale.
HER: Well I saw a bird, like a parrot outside and the outside light is on now so someone must be around right?
ME: (I am now wondering if it is my new Administrative Assistant on her cellphone and she forgot to tell me her name when she called so this keeps me from saying anything snide... pity) All I can tell you is that last I heard they moved to Florida, but the property has never been for sale.
HER: Well, can I give you my name and number so you can call me if you hear anything.
ME: Um, sure wait while I get a pen (don't move, wait 3 seconds) Okay, go ahead.
HER: Shirley Bug-a-Boo (NOT my AA' s name), 555-1234. Give me a call if you hear anything about it and I'll keep checking.
ME: Okay... you know this is a church right?
HER: Well, you're supposed to serve the people aren't you?
ME: Sure. Okay. Bye.
If it sells, do I get a commission?