Oh, it's another one of my long tedious and barely relevant anecdotes. Hurrah.
I was cutting the front grass last week. A lady walked by, and picked up a set of keys from the pavement. They belonged to the local estate agent. They appeared to be the main keys to the office - and had their tag on them. Didn't seem very sensible, but that's their choice.
She gave them to me to take round there (only a few yards away, she was going the other way etc). I put them in my pocket to finish cutting the grass first.
Couple of minutes later a panic stricken woman was wandering about looking for something. Aha, I thought, knight in shining armour time.
"Estate agent?" I said. "Lost your keys?"
The look on her face of relief and ebbing anxiety was a delight to see.
"No problem. Here you go!"
I fished out the key and the look on her face went to crushed horror and disappointment. I thought she was going to cry.
I looked down to discover I was happily offering her the key to my own front door.
Oh, well, found the right ones in the depth of my pockets, under the apple cores, ginger biscuit crumbs and a catapult, and took it all as a hint. We have now had the house valued by them and may well go on the market, as the price they suggested was vastly more than I'd expected.
Although in fact, I don't actually believe them and have asked another local agent for a valuation too, to check it.
Last edited by: Crankcase on Sun 18 Aug 19 at 08:57
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