We waited with anticipation for a phone call regarding our offer on the house in Bloomfield on Thursday. We expected to hear if the seller accepted our offer on Wednesday evening, which became Thursday morning, which became Thursday evening. The call came, and went like this:
- Hi, its Nancy (not in her normal cheery voice)
- Hey Nancy.
- I just called to let you know that we didn't get the house.
- Really? awww.
- Yeah, I guess when you're up against that many offers...
- How many were there?
- There were a total of six.
and so on...
I decided not to call Jerry right away and tell him, since I was just getting in the car to pick him up. My head was spinning with what we would do next. I guess we'd go up there again once we saw a few more interesting new listings... or try a low offer on one of our runner up (but more expensive) homes.
Sitting at the stoplight at Rt 1 & 410, my phone rings again.
- Hi! Its Nancy. (This time, her usual, cheery voice)
- Hey nancy. (perplexed)
- OK- First you're going to laugh, then you're going to say, huh? then you're going to laugh again.
- (me, laughing) OK?
- We got the house!!
- Huh??
- Patrick (the seller's realtor) just called me again.
... the first phone call was meant for the
other Nancy at the same real estate office, but Patrick didn't catch that. He called
our Nancy twice- once to say sorry, no go, then again to say, congrats, you got it!
We're just glad we didn't get the phone calls in the opposite order. And that our Nancy is the winning Nancy. :)
Hurray!So what now? We wait for the bank. Its a
short sale, aka, take all the time in the world sale. We're optimistic and we're putting on our patient pants for the next several weeks. Its just hard to wear the same pants for that long, you know?