I was driving to work on Tuesday morning and thinking about the funny story I was going to tell in the office meeting.
Monday, I had an appointment with the sellers to show the house at 1 PM. I called around noon to confirm, no answer. I called the agent and he told me they should be home. When we got there, I could hear the music from the garage. Teenager, I thought. I could hear a baby crying from inside the house too. They are home – great. I knocked and knocked, rang the bell, no answer. Didn’t want to open the door with my key because I didn’t want to walk in and scare them. I went and knocked at the garage door. Big mistake! There came running towards me, a huge, half naked guy yelling and screaming: “you can’t sell this f…ing house because it is not yours (seriously?), it is mine and I am the first born! And the people inside the house don’t own it either. I do! And, I will call the police.” I thought .. I actually didn’t know what to think for once! Before I knew it, the cops show up! And, the people inside came out and all started fighting. It was a family feud. A real, reality show.
Next, I went to other side of the town, to meet with my other clients. Two ladies. The seller had told me if she didn’t answer the door bell, I can find her in the backyard, gardening. So, I did exactly that. Went to the backyard, looking for her and before I knew it, sirens! The neighbors had called the cops because they thought my clients and I were up to something!! Apparently, the the seller was out of town and she forgot that she wasn’t going to be home that day. I couldn’t’t believe it. Two cops in one day. I was getting good.
As I was rehearsing the story to tell my friends, I notice that I am was on Camden Ave. going over the hill. This part of the road is is very dangerous, people go fast without realizing and I have been a witness of lots of tickets and lots of almost crashes. I decided to be careful. I saw the cops on the side of the road and though (again): “wow, cops and many cars. it must an accident, or just giving tickets?” No, wait, he is waiving at me to stop, darn! “Do you know how fast you were going?” he asked. To which I replied: “no, if I knew, I wouldn’t be going that fast.” He went to show me the radar readings, and I said “oh, no need to show me, believe me, I believe you.” He then said: I have to give you a ticket. I whined and said: I really don’t want any, seriously! I couldn’t’t believe I said that, although it really came from my heart’s desire 
it was the truth. He said: OK then, I will give you just a “fix it” ticket because you don’t have a front license plate.! I said: Yes, I like that and thank you so much (but, I really wanted to scream: REALLY? WOOHOO ) I got the ticket and handed him my business card and said, smiling: “since you have a good attitude, if you ever need to buy or sell a house, I’d be glad to help you.” He laughed and said “so, you are an agent. Everybody these days is an agent. I said no! (I was on the roll) everybody and their step mother! He laughed again and said “actually, my sister is looking for a house and took my business card.
I started driving (I really felt like skipping) and thought to myself: thank you officer, my story just got better.