Reply by CJ on 6/15/07 12:52pm
Msg #195355
Re: Huh?
I went into house where you have to take off your shoes (theoretically to keep the carpet clean), and I was stepping in wee-wee spots from the puppies. Ugh! (There three year old was also climbing on the table at 10:30 at night, and doing everything he could to disrupt the signing, and they were saying to him, "If you don't behave, we will put you to bed early". Of course they didn't, and he knew they wouldn't.
You really see a lot of how people live in this job: some so peaceful, some so chaotic.
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Reply by kcg on 6/15/07 5:18pm
Msg #195400
Re: Huh?
I had a signing at a house with 2 screaming banshees....one boy, 3 and the other 4. Mom and Dad graduated from the "Just Ignore Them and Make Idle Threats" school of parenting. The kids kept hitting me with plastic bats and dad would say "if you do that one more time, in the garbage it goes".....he said that about 25 times. I had to battle the 3 year old who was trying to get into my work bag....I would say "oh, no, sweetie, can't have that" and he would respond with a temper tantrum. Finally mom gave them a bag of cookies (SUGAR, what a great idea)....they then ran around the table throwing the cookies at me. Dad kept saying, "if you throw one more cookie, into the garbage they go".....It was taken as a dare rather than a threat. I couldn't wait to get out of there!
I think I would have preferred chickens.
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Reply by Kitty/VA on 6/15/07 7:18pm
Msg #195416
This is a lonnnng reply. If you don't want a good laught, don't read it...
I do a lot of rural signings. On this particular warm August night, I accept an assignment that is 47 miles away. No big deal, darkness comes much later; car is air conditioned, etc. Now to understand the terrain, I leave a main road, go 8 miles down a gravel road, make a sharpe left to get into the driveway. The "driveway" is another 3 miles, up the side of a mountain. Okay, just bought a new car 3 days earlier, I'll just drive real slow and try not to kick up any of the gravel, miss a few pot holes and so it takes me a little longer, no big deal! Get to a place in the yard to park, the Mr. comes out to greet me, I get out of my car and greet him with a pleasant smile and a handshake; with that a big, black chow comes charging at me. Luckily, the Mr. runs after him and grabs his collar. Whew! That was a close one!! Then we proceed into the house, sit a kitchen table; dim lights, air conditioner straight ahead, directly in front of me, running full blast! As we start the signing, both the Mr. & Mrs. are smoking, one right after the other. Gasping for air, I proceed. We finished the first which was a refi., then we get to the home equity package. Still gasping for air, freezing so badly by that point, I am shaking from being so cold. We get to the TIL, which shows that after 15 years of payments, they will still have a single balloon payment of over $38,000. due on the original loan of $35,000. Wait a minute says the wife, that don't sound right. Call your lo, I say. She does. LO says, let me check and I'll call you right back. We wait. By now I am shaking so badly from the air conditioner that I can hardly write, coughing my guts out from the chain smokers and it's almost 9 PM. We wait, and we wait - no call from the lo. The Mrs. calls her again, again she says I'll call you right back, still checking on that. At 9:20, the Mrs. tells me "I'm sorry you gotta leave now". Very emphatic!! I call the ss company - they want the lo's number, we give it to them and I repeat "she say I gotta leave now". Enough of this nonsense I say to myself - I pack up and leave. Wait a minute, no out door lights, hum....I'm on the side of a mountain, can't see 2 ft. in front of me, can't see nothing! They apologize for no lights, they're use to it, here, let me help you - then it dawns on me NEW CAR, has fancy gizzmo on key chain - an alarm! So I set it off - lights come on, blinking madly, horns blasting! Hooray, I am saved!!! The next day the ss says they'll pay me half of the fee since the loan didn't close. Like hello you will, I want it all I say. Their response was well we don't get paid if the loan doesn't close so we can't pay you........we all know that speech. The moral to my story is: Give me kids, chickens, the whole nine yards, just don't give me ss, sides of mountains and black chows!!!
God I love my job!!!
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