Kyle Hislop

So I’m showing this house today, which was a quant little old timer.  You know the kind with original hard wood floors, and narrow staircase.  My clients and I walk into the living room and see a pole.  Obviously at first we think it’s a stripper pole but alas – it was a fire man’s pole!!  Now I know what you are thinking…did I go down the pole?

Well my friends…I had to try the pole, and for all future references…if you have a fire man’s pole…I’m going to go down it.  Anyway, my client went first, the husband not the wife, and I followed after.  Here’s where the story get weird.  As I’m coming down the pole, in walks the owner!  Seriously!  What are the odds on this??!!  I can just imagine this moment from her perspective.  As she walked in the door she would have had a clear view from the kitchen to the living room as my butt falls out of the ceiling onto the floor.  Me in my dress pants, shirt and padfolio full of listings.  I don’t even know what to say at this point, and I’m pretty sure my client is close to peeing himself with laughter.  I start rambling about the pole, the master bedroom, the kitchen…really it’s all pretty much a blur at this point.  I basically resorted back to my childhood…I was that kid when I was caught doing something stupid I rambled…babbled really.   Anyway…that’s my fireman pole story, enjoy.

Kyle Hislop
RE/MAX