Licensed to list and bail

Say what?

There are days in real estate when I truly think—you can’t make this stuff up.

A few years back, I get a late-night call from the sister of one of my clients. Sweet lady, we’d met once. She starts off apologizing for calling so late and says, “You’re the only person I know in Grand County…”

And right there I thought—uh oh. This is not going to be about a listing.

Then she says, “I need a huge favor… would you be able to bail my son out of jail?”

Excuse me… come again?

Apparently, he’d been arrested for driving drunk over Trail Ridge Road (which, if you know—you KNOW ). She didn’t ask me to take him home, but I’m pretty sure if I’d offered, she’d have taken me up on it.

Now listen, I pride myself on being full-service… but I draw the line somewhere before “licensed to list and bail.”