My dad could be fierce, and he had rules that we had to follow if we lived under his roof. He told me, if you get a ticket, I will take away your license for SIX months.
One of the things required to show homes to potential buyers is a car and a driver’s license. Back then you loaded the buyers into your car and gave them the grand tour of homes!
It was 5:45 pm and I had to reach a listing by 6 pm to show it to some potential buyers. Time had flown away from me and I was pushing that pedal to the limit.
The dreaded flashing lights showed up in my rear-view mirror, and yes, according to the cop, I was going 90 in a 70! I begged and pleaded with the cop, letting him know that my life, as I knew it, was in jeopardy. He did not care,” young man, you’re getting a ticket.”
I was super embarrassed, but I began to cry. I knew that my Dad meant what he said, and I also knew that continuing real estate was my destiny!
The cop had never seen a grown man cry and he finally gave in and did NOT give me a ticket. My real estate career continued.