Side effects

by Tom LaRocque on June 25, 2011

For those of you who didn’t call or write (basically everybody)… yes, I became a licensed real estate broker today.  It became official when the Colorado Real Estate Commission posted my license number on their web site.

True, I didn’t announce it to  anyone.  I didn’t post anything on Facebook or invite people to comment on my “status.”  I didn’t start blogging on Acid Rain.  I didn’t notify anyone in any way, really until right now.

So how could I expect congratulations.

A few things did break differently for me, however, or seemed to.  Driving to Home Depot this morning, a dumb-looking dude in a dirty pickup cut me off.  Then a lawyer in a Volvo cut me off.  Then a kindly, grey schoolteacher in a Buick, on her way to do some charity work at a non-profit, gave me the finger.

At the store, an orange-aproned customer servant asked, “May I help you?”

Yes, I said, before realizing he wasn’t talking to me.  I stood by while he staged a lawn-watering clinic for a guy who’d asked where the hoses were.  I was about to speak up when a blonde lady in a short skirt squeezed between us and solicited help in the construction field.

“A two-by-four?  Come on, I’ll show you,” said Apron Man.  They hustled off together.

I solved my own plumbing problem by poring through a tech manual strung to the shelves, and headed to the checkout counter.

“Cash or credit,” said the cashier.

“Cash.”

“We don’t take cash,” she said.

“Then why did you ask?”  I asked.  She shrugged.

“Credit,” I said.

“We don’t take credit.”

“Wait a minute!”  I started flailing around in protest—then realized I was agitating about in bed, amid blankets.  It was all a bad dream.

But the orange-clad cashier said one last thing before I was fully awake.  “That’ll be one-hundred-eighty-two thousand, three-hundred, four dollars a sixty-seven cents,” she said.   She handed me a receipt for $182,304.67.

“What’s 2.8 percent of that?” asked an anonymous voice.

I didn’t hesitate, and spoke the number as I sat up in bed: “Five-thousand, one-hundred, four dollars and fifty-three cents.”

I awoke not only a licensed broker.  I am a commission calculation savant.

 

 

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