It was obvious that little children lived in the house. While it was well staged and showed well, there was a sippy cup in the kitchen sink, a back yard swing set, and a baby gate at the top of the stairs to the second floor.
Um, baby gate?
My client and I went up to check out the upstairs bedrooms and bath, and the gate swung shut behind us. I didn't think about it again until we had finished and were headed down.
It wouldn't open.
I couldn't get it unhooked. My client couldn't figure the stupid thing out. We were trapped!
The gate was too high for me to gracefully step over. It was too high for me to ungracefully step over! And the seller did what a good seller is supposed to do during a showing - she took the young one and went to the grocery store!
Luckily, I had the seller's number on my I-Phone's call list from when I called ahead to arrange the showing, and I punched "Call" I was hoping that it would be her cell phone and not a home number. And it was her cell. I got her in the produce aisle - phew!
It was one of those things that was easy to get open if you knew what you were doing. She talked me through it. We got it open and went downstairs.
Free at last!