I was thinking, the other day, about some of the more memorable things that have occurred during my real estate career.
Once, early in my real estate experience, I had a client with a toddler (maybe "just" two), who wanted to view a lot on a non-ferry accessed island. I arranged for a fishing charter boat to take us out there, and half way across a very deep channel/quite wide, between islands, her toddler began to play with her entrancing bunch of keys (on some sort of ring, like a charm bracelet). Just as I was thinking that this looked risky, the child tossed the key ring into the sea. Well, that was the end of the showing. She had left her dog in the car, the windows weren't down enough, she had to get back to the city, ferries have schedules and they stop at particular times, so we returned to my Island/office. I asked at the gas station for one of those rods that can pop open a car door -- they didn't have one. The girl behind the counter asked if it would be any good to put a magnet down, on a line, and search for the keys that way -- she must have thought they'd fallen in at the dock! After a mild case of hysteria (the channel was at least 200 feet deep!), we got down to business. We had to phone Toronto, in another province, in the end, to get a code number (that could be read through the closed window), and then the key person on the Island could be given instructions on how to cut a key that would open this door. About 2 plus hours later, the car was open, the dog was walked, the lady took off for her city home/toddler strapped into his car seat, and a realtor who had been in biz for a long time was standing in the office door, shaking his head, and saying: "that's never happened to me, or anyone else, as far as I know" (just what I needed to hear).
In the end, she did return and did buy something...but that's another story!