A hot summer day about 25 years ago, a young energetic Realtor (me) was out showings homes donning her new white skirt and sandals. When the showing instructions say, “don’t let the cat out” it must be taken seriously. As I entered this little home in Mound, I looked for the cat…did not see it anywhere…my client walks in behind me and out bursts the cat through the front door. We all frantically ran around the yard trying to get the cat, not realizing we shut the door behind us. Then I realized I left the car keys inside the house, so how was I to capture the cat and return it to its abode, all while the front door remained locked? AH HA! A semi-open little basement window appeared before me. My objective was to get in the house and open the front door first. I made my way through the landscaping on my knees in my new white skirt and sandals, I opened the basement window and realized I had to crawl in backwards. I couldn’t crawl in forwards because I would drop on my head another 6 feet. My client held the window open while I backed myself up to the little window pane and dropped myself into the basement. Luckily, there was nothing in the way. A victory! I open the front door, the cat ran in, and went and I bought a brand new white summer skirt another day.
