“Mr. Dan,” our Buyer’s Agent.
“But Leo, he’s a sweet guy!”
~Fay, in What About Bob?
Don’t worry; our Realtor isn’t a thing like Bob Wiley in “What About Bob?”, I just happen to like Fay’s line. In fact, Mr. Dan’s not even intentionally funny. He’s (as Fay says) a sweet guy, very professional, and good at his job; it’s just that insane, rather amusing things happen to him from time-to-time.
The very first time we met Dan and went with him to look at property in Tennessee, he ran out of gas not five minutes into the trip! We drove him to Wal-Mart so he could buy a gas can to take to his truck, and eventually to the gas station to fill her up all the way.
That was only the first day we met him; little did we know for what we were in for during the following weeks!
One time when we saw Mr. Dan, he had broken a tooth the day before – simply from biting into a piece of celery! Only such a thing could happen to Dan…
Dan’s GPS is high quality and top-of-the-line, but failed to give better directions than Dad’s good ‘ole fashioned road map! Dan stopped twice at small town coffee shops to inquire of our whereabouts. “I may be a man, but I’m not afraid to ask directions!” He cracks Mom up! Only Dan…
We were returning from a trip around the area when Mr. Dan set up the GPS to take us back to Kingsport. He glance at the GPS screen; “46 miles?! There’s a quicker way that’s only 26 miles. Let me set this thing straight…” After his ‘improvements,’ we found ourselves in the boonies of Tennessee, driving for fifteen miles on a one laned, bumpy road. (we were in the sticks!) It wasn’t until one and a half hours later that we arrived at our destination. (guess we should trust the GPS next time!) After laughing over our adventure, Mr. Reynolds joked about making us tee-shirts that read; “I survived looking at property with Dan Reynolds.” Hehe, I like that idea!
Dan once unknowingly left his GPS in our mini van, and didn’t even realize it! We had nearly left for Virginia when we spotted it. Lucky for him, we were traveling in a similar direction as he, and were able to meet up with each other and return his GPS. Only Dan… (you know, I had some sneaky thoughts about keeping that thing…
We were looking at a house and eight-acre property when Dan came up to me; “Have you seen the keys to the house? I opened the lock box, and carried the keys with me while walking around the property, but now I can’t find them.” I shook my head slowly; oh dear! This was not cool at all! The minutes that followed would find Mr. Dan wandering through eight acres of pasture land, searching high and low for the missing keys. Well, as it turns out, after Mom got over her fit of hysterical laughter, we prayed together, and within moments Mr. Dan had found the keys. Whew, that was a close one! Praise God he found them! We still get such a kick out of that story.
The most recent episode took place Friday morning when we called Mr. Dan to set up a time and place to meet. Little did we expect that he was taking his call from in the emergency room! “You know how you’re in the shower and you fling your towel behind you? Well, when I did that this morning my towel struck a glass fixture on the wall; the glass shattered, and a huge piece of it scraped my leg digging straight to the ligament.” He had to go to the emergency room to get it cleaned and stitched up. Wow! What kind of people have accidents like that simply when they’re taking a shower?
Only Dan…
I’m not saying any of this to make fun of Mr. Dan. On the contrary, we love our Realtor, we enjoy his company, and have a lot of fun laughing with him (yes, even over his misshaps; he’s an excellent sport). He’s a great Buyer’s Agent and we’re very appreciative for all his work, research and advice. I don’t know what we’d do without him!
Like I said, he’s not exactly a funny guy, just funny things happen to him. We think you’re great Mr. Dan!
-Kasie