I got there early. My first showing of a house, by myself. I had been following another realtor around, Susan, because I was so new at it. She was really nice, and I learned a lot about the dealing with the people part. (Not easy from a correspondence course.)
I felt ready, but decided it would be wise to arrive early. I put the key in the front door lock and turned it, ready for my new career to really begin. The key broke off in my hand. The door, of course, still locked.
I tried holding the piece I had against the broken edge, but it still wouldn’t turn. I had a second key, but nothing to pull out the broken one with. I could see the circle part had snapped right off the straight part. Maybe the other key would open the back door?
Rushing around, I tried it in every door, none worked. But then I found a window next to the brick walk that was stuck open a bit. Spying a hammer near the shed, I thought I could wedge it under, and unstick it, probably not the best idea, but I was feeling frantic. If I could get in I could salvage this! The handle of the hammer fit in the opening, so I used it as a lever, putting all my weight on the end. Suddenly the window popped open! Shattering, and spewing broken glass all over the bricks I was standing on. Well, sitting on now.
As I pulled myself up, the couple I was showing the house to, came around the corner looking for me. Their “concern” turned quickly to laughter as I told my tale of woe.
And, they bought the house! I just knew I’d like this business!