Back in the 1980’s, when I was in my late 20’s, I was selling real estate in Tampa. One day a call came into the office. The gentleman was the owner of a large home in a very prestigious neighborhood in South Tampa. He wanted to list his huge home.

     I did all the preliminary work and came up with a listing price. When I arrived at his home he gave me a quick tour of his home and then told me that his wife & kids were gone. The next thing I know this guy is all over me. I’m telling him…. No Way!!! No Way!!! Then this scum bag tells me that if I want the listing I will have to have sex with him, now.

    Once again I tell him, NO WAY!!! Then he tells me that if we do not have sex he will call the police and tell them I broke into his home. I laughed into this face and said, “Do burglars  break into homes with listing agreements and comps on “Your” home?”

 I was out the door.

    About 6 or 8 years went by. Then one day he walked into our MC Film store on Kennedy Blvd. He totally forgot about what had happened & did not remember me. I smiled and was very PC polite to him. He then became a regular of ours at MC Film.

    To this day he comes by once a month. His wife has since passed away and he still thinks his kids don’t now about him and his secret life. He is now far up in age and always asks where the young boys are?

    We all laugh and say in Tampa somewhere.