Eat Cupcakes First

You are probably wondering what Jennie and I do on our time off from real estate? Well, to be honest, we pick up cupcakes from Superb Cupcakes at Taft Corners in Williston, hit the couch and watch Dateline, 20/20 or other crime and mystery shows. Over the years we have gotten to know Hannah and Joe Emmons, owners at Superb Cupcakes (or should we say they have gotten to know all of our favorite cupcake flavors). But you never really know someone, do you?

Nothing is more true than when we found out that Hannah is just as fascinated with crime and mysteries as we are. Now, we “eat cupcakes first” as Hannah recommends and then listen to her fascinating podcast Cupcake Confidential. Unlike many other true crime podcasts, Hannah researches, documents, and gives a thoughtful review of the evidence.

We love, love, love this podcast and look forward to a new episode every Wednesday. You can find Cupcake Confidential on Apple, Spotify, iHeart, or wherever you listen to your podcasts.

Nightmare on Elm Street: True Real Estate Stories

nathan-wright-igpwuxZofgo-unsplashCozy up next to a fire and enjoy these strange tales from our real estate travels.

The Hot and Winding Road

It was a hot August day and Jennie was taking photos in a vacant house in the middle of nowhere. She stepped out and the door locked behind her. Unable to access her car keys or phone (left inside) she made the two mile trek to the closest general store to request a rescue. To this day we are not sure who or what caused the door to lock.

The Tale of Two Cats

The sellers should remove all personal property from the house prior to the new owners moving in, but does that include the family’s felines? A fellow Realtor phoned me with the news, “The seller will pick up her two cats later, they are in the yard.” Would they be retrieved or would they wander the neighborhood forever looking for a new home? Rest assured the felines are not haunting their former abode, their owner did return for her pets.

The Reluctant Mover

Sometimes people just don’t want to move. The day before the sale of Mr. Smith’s house I stopped by to see how his packing and moving was coming along. He greeted me with a big smile and told me he had several friends helping him load items into a truck. A cursory glance around the house led me to believe he had not yet begun to pack. Moving boxes were unassembled and the house was chock full of items to be boxed and loaded out. I stopped by the next morning and there he was in the same clothes as the evening before, rumpled and tired and seemingly unaware that he had to move. It looked like he had been up all night playing a poker game rather than packing. Would Mr. Smith pack his belongings and vacate? A few hours before the new buyers would take possession there was no truck. After calling in many favors we finally succeeded in sending Mr. Smith on to his next location. Maybe he wasn’t planning on leaving after all.

We hope you enjoyed our true real estate tales. Some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent.