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Lagniappe (lan yap)
An old Creole word for "something extra."
A Day in the Life
THE NEIGHBOR – Richardson, May 2000
It had to be this neighborhood. We would have to find a house in the right price range in this neighborhood. This is where the buyers really wanted to be.
After a few weeks of looking and having no luck, we heard about one that was about to go on the market. I called immediately and we went to look at it. It needed some work, but otherwise, it was perfect. My clients were thrilled. We made an offer and worked out the details.
During the inspection period, I checked the local sex offender website to see if there were any offenders living near this house. “Oh, my gosh!” There was one just across the street. I panicked and called the husband immediately (I would let him tell his wife). He thought about it for a minute and decided, as a former Marine, he wasn’t worried about it. Every time we were over there, we all looked across the street at THAT house and wondered.
The day for closing finally arrived and as we were all sitting in the lobby of the title company, a large, bleached blonde woman in stretch pants and t-shirt came in. She announced to the receptionist that she was the seller’s agent for our house. I got up and went over to introduce myself. She then came over to meet the buyers and asked them if they’d been over at the house on Sunday. They said no and she said “well, someone was over there. I saw their car”. I said, “Oh, do you live nearby?” She said “yes, across the street at 123”. We froze. As she walked away, our mouths dropped open. That was THE house, the one where the creep lived and this agent lived with him. It was just too much for us. We started laughing uncontrollably and still laugh about it when we get together.
