Just got to feel sorry for our inspector. We have put an offer in on a property which has been accepted so the next stage was to book an inspector to go in and conduct structural, mechanical, termite infestation, and well and septic inspections (the property doesn’t have public water and drainage – instead it has its own well!). So Monday gone was the day our hopefully new home was to be inspected. Me and my Realtor needed to be on site when the inspector was doing his inspections. The owners of the property have to vacate but leave their selling Realtor on site on their behalf.
So….three of us (me and two Realtors) are at the property when the inspector arrives. He informs us he will do the roof first and the full inspection will take about 4 hours (yep 4 hours – least these Structural Engineers earn their living!). So we three go back into the sitting room, I pick up some magazines whilst the Realtors log onto their laptops and do some work and together leave the inspector to get on with his job. About 3/4 hour in, a monsoon began. The heavens opened and the wind got up something rotten. We three could see the inspector outside getting drenched from the rain. He had brought out of his car a huge golf brolly which when he opened it flew out of his hands and landed some 50 yards away. We three giggled and settled back down to our reading in the warmth.
Then my phone rang!! ‘Is that my phone’, I asked as it never rings. It turns out to be hubby who is at work some 30 miles away.
‘Hello pet’, he says
‘Hello’, I replied, ‘Are you checking up to see if the inspector has arrived?’
‘No’ he said, ‘The inspector has rang me – he says he is locked out?!’
‘Are you sure it was the inspector? – He is here outside and has been in and out of the front door several times for his tools so he certainly isn’t locked out, mind you he is a bit wet, he he he!!’
‘No it was the inspector’, demands hubby, ‘An Asian guy, says he is at the property but he is locked out?!’
‘Tell your hubby the inspectors fine’, said my Realtor, who went back to reading with the other Realtor.
Now I know my hubby – he must be serious – so I start to look out of the windows to see if I can see the inspector. Now remember, there is a monsoon occurring outside and through the windows I find it impossible to spot him.
‘I’ll go and look for him’, I said and I put on my coat and decided to head for the garages as that is where he must have taken shelter and then some how got locked in? The two Realtors try to persuade me his ok, and ask ‘do I really want to go out in that weather!?’.
I ran across to the garages, but he wasn’t in there. Where could he be? I ran over to his car parked in the drive – maybe he has gone into his car and somehow it has locked with him inside…nope he wasn’t there either!
Now this property has a two acre back garden and set right in the middle is a 5′ x 5′ shed which houses the pump for the well. He couldn’t be, could he? Could he be locked in the well shed? Certainly not? So I ran, in a monsoon, in flipflops across an acre of land to the shed.
When I got there – I saw a broken stick being poked out from inside the shed through the gap in the door in a desperate bit to flip open the catch which had shut itself locked. I also heard the inspector quietly shouting ‘Help, will someone help me please!’ —oh dear!!!
I opened the shed door and out popped a rather embarrassed but relieved looking inspector. ‘It was the wind’, he said…yep of course it was.
Three hours later and the inspector had finished all his inspections. He is absolutely soaked with the rain, he has changed his shoes and socks twice (obviously experienced this weather before in his line of work having come prepared with extra shoes and socks), but his trousers are wet to the knees and what hair he has is stuck to his head…it’s a pitiful sight.
‘I will email my report to you either tonight or in the morning’, he said. ‘Great’, I replied and thanked him for continuing to do the inspection in such awful weather.
Well he just stands there doesn’t he and so I just stand there and we both look quizzingly at my Realtor …
‘Can I have cash or check please’, said the inspector. ‘Sorry, aren’t you going to send me an invoice with your report?’, I replied. After all that is the done thing in the UK. Only to be told that it is customary here for clients to pay their inspector on the day of inspection. Well I had to tell this poor soaked wet chap that I didn’t have that amount of cash on me and I still hadn’t received any check book from the bank. It was an extremely painful situation for the both of us.
Then we had a brain wave. We will drive to the nearest bank and ask them to write a cashiers check for me. Great idea. Now this property is in the wild west of Texas and the nearest bank turns out to be 11 miles away but hey ho! So the Realtor drives me while the inspector follows and in no time we are pulling up at the bank. Only to find it is a bank holiday Monday and the bank is closed..you should have seen the inspectors face, not a happy chappy :-(.
But then I realised I have three bank cards on me. Its OK, I can withdraw from each using the ATM machine. ( I actually said the hole in the wall to which they looked at me in horror – think they thought I was going to create a hole in the bank wall to withdraw money from!!). The three of us walked across to the ATM only to find it showing a ‘Program update in process – this machine is not working today’!!!!!! OMG…what a horrible day this poor chap is having.