Hey girls. I know it’s been some time since we’ve posted and we do apologize. With the threat of the AE moderators threatening to shut us down, Jen has been working to move all of our entries to Blogspot.com where we are free to write. We have also set up our own FB page much like Jill and Nikki from the Real L Word. With that out of the way, I just wanted to write a quick entry as to our escapade last light.
As some of you may know I am a Realtor. I received a call the other day from a woman looking to purchase a condo in Bergen County. I searched for what she was looking for and found 11 possibilities. Now Jen was on vacation until Wednesday. So yesterday afternoon I asked her to come along with me to “preview” the properties so I could whittle down the places to take my customer on Friday.
She met me at my office at 3:15 and we got on the road. I had an appointment to meet a homeowner at 7:30 so we headed to the furthest place first they worked our way back. By 5:20 we were starving so I suggested we stop for dinner and we would still have plenty of time to get to my 7:30. We were originally going to go to TGI Fridays but we drove past a restaurant called Charlie Browns. I mentioned maybe eating there, it would not be crowded and we could just sit and talk and get caught up, which is exactly what we did since we barely spoke while she was away.
We finished up dinner and still had an hour before I had to be at my appointment so we headed to Dairy Queen just down the road from my office. Time finally rolls around for us to head over to my appointment. There happen to be two units in the same complex so Jen and I went and checked out the empty unit first. I sent her back to the car because I didn’t want her to come into the unit with the homeowner home, it would’ve been a little awkward. I parked in front of the complex and crossed the lawn to ring the bell.
Jen stayed in the air conditioned car while I sat by the door waiting to get in. We were texting back and forth and she had that sly look on and I knew for sure a dirty picture was coming. I wasn’t wrong or disappointed.
Finally the homeowner showed up and I went in and checked out the unit. I was in there about ten minutes when I walked out and headed up to my car. I open my door, glad to be in the air conditioning when I turn to Jen who is hysterically crying to the point that she cannot speak.
OMG, did someone die while I was gone? was my first thought. Not completely an odd one with both of us with very sick sisters.
She composes herself long enough to get out that she lost her ring, not her diamond one, but her commitment band. I asked "What do you mean you lost it, you just had it on?"
My lovely girlfriend had taken her rings off to put lotion on her hands and not realizing that there is a vent that runs the width of my BMW windshield placed her ring up there where it proceeded to fall INTO the vent. Wonderful, ok how bad could it be? It wasn’t “lost” it was just technically misplaced at the moment.
After I console her that it would be alright, that I would get it out somehow, we headed back to my office to retrieve anything we could find to fish it out. I go into the office and grab a large paperclip which I proceed to unbend and rebend into a fish hook in order to grab this sucker. After finally getting the car positioned right, I let Jen start trying to hook it out. But no, what does she do? She wedges it down further so now it isn’t even rattling around anymore. After having had a good long look at the situation now and knowing exactly where it is we switch spots, her on the outside of the car with the flashlight and me, fishing in the area where I know it is.
After roughly two minutes I hear it move, the sound of metal across plastic. I have somehow dislodged it from the corner and have it up where we now have a semi clean shot at it. So bending and turning by handy paperclip to just a tiny hook at the end, I am able to snag the ring and maneuver it up through the vent and out. Jen grabbed it quickly and pushed it onto her finger, quite relieved that she had it back. She planted a huge kiss on me, jumping up and down like a child that had just gotten a toy out of a vending machine.
We previewed a few more condos after that and the entire time she was twirling the ring on her finger, just thankful to have it back on. We said our good-byes as it was getting late and she had to go back to work the next day. I’m sure she took that ring off when she got home, but at least it wasn’t gliding back and forth my vent every time I made a turn. She thanked me later for not getting mad at her. It was an accident, nothing to get mad at.
Knowing that that ring means so much to her, probably more than the diamond promise ring, was all the thank you I needed.
As some of you may know I am a Realtor. I received a call the other day from a woman looking to purchase a condo in Bergen County. I searched for what she was looking for and found 11 possibilities. Now Jen was on vacation until Wednesday. So yesterday afternoon I asked her to come along with me to “preview” the properties so I could whittle down the places to take my customer on Friday.
She met me at my office at 3:15 and we got on the road. I had an appointment to meet a homeowner at 7:30 so we headed to the furthest place first they worked our way back. By 5:20 we were starving so I suggested we stop for dinner and we would still have plenty of time to get to my 7:30. We were originally going to go to TGI Fridays but we drove past a restaurant called Charlie Browns. I mentioned maybe eating there, it would not be crowded and we could just sit and talk and get caught up, which is exactly what we did since we barely spoke while she was away.
We finished up dinner and still had an hour before I had to be at my appointment so we headed to Dairy Queen just down the road from my office. Time finally rolls around for us to head over to my appointment. There happen to be two units in the same complex so Jen and I went and checked out the empty unit first. I sent her back to the car because I didn’t want her to come into the unit with the homeowner home, it would’ve been a little awkward. I parked in front of the complex and crossed the lawn to ring the bell.
Jen stayed in the air conditioned car while I sat by the door waiting to get in. We were texting back and forth and she had that sly look on and I knew for sure a dirty picture was coming. I wasn’t wrong or disappointed.
Finally the homeowner showed up and I went in and checked out the unit. I was in there about ten minutes when I walked out and headed up to my car. I open my door, glad to be in the air conditioning when I turn to Jen who is hysterically crying to the point that she cannot speak.
OMG, did someone die while I was gone? was my first thought. Not completely an odd one with both of us with very sick sisters.
She composes herself long enough to get out that she lost her ring, not her diamond one, but her commitment band. I asked "What do you mean you lost it, you just had it on?"
My lovely girlfriend had taken her rings off to put lotion on her hands and not realizing that there is a vent that runs the width of my BMW windshield placed her ring up there where it proceeded to fall INTO the vent. Wonderful, ok how bad could it be? It wasn’t “lost” it was just technically misplaced at the moment.
After I console her that it would be alright, that I would get it out somehow, we headed back to my office to retrieve anything we could find to fish it out. I go into the office and grab a large paperclip which I proceed to unbend and rebend into a fish hook in order to grab this sucker. After finally getting the car positioned right, I let Jen start trying to hook it out. But no, what does she do? She wedges it down further so now it isn’t even rattling around anymore. After having had a good long look at the situation now and knowing exactly where it is we switch spots, her on the outside of the car with the flashlight and me, fishing in the area where I know it is.
After roughly two minutes I hear it move, the sound of metal across plastic. I have somehow dislodged it from the corner and have it up where we now have a semi clean shot at it. So bending and turning by handy paperclip to just a tiny hook at the end, I am able to snag the ring and maneuver it up through the vent and out. Jen grabbed it quickly and pushed it onto her finger, quite relieved that she had it back. She planted a huge kiss on me, jumping up and down like a child that had just gotten a toy out of a vending machine.
We previewed a few more condos after that and the entire time she was twirling the ring on her finger, just thankful to have it back on. We said our good-byes as it was getting late and she had to go back to work the next day. I’m sure she took that ring off when she got home, but at least it wasn’t gliding back and forth my vent every time I made a turn. She thanked me later for not getting mad at her. It was an accident, nothing to get mad at.
Knowing that that ring means so much to her, probably more than the diamond promise ring, was all the thank you I needed.
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