If you’ve ever seen “LISTOR SHOW ONLY” in the MLS and thought, this guy must be high-maintenance, you’re absolutely right. But I’ve got stories that will make you nod, cringe, and laugh until you clutch iPhone in sympathy.
A “Listor Show” means my faithful assistant Denita or I personally meet the buyer and their agent at the property. It’s not about control—it’s about survival. These homes aren’t model houses; they’re multi-million-dollar museums with owners who collect rare art, exotic pets, and emotional trauma. Someone’s got to keep order when chaos (or a TikTok Realtor) walks through the door.
We don’t just unlock the door and stand there—we’re full-service guardians of real estate sanity. We check and lock every door, blow out every candle (looking at you, Bath & Body Works enthusiasts), confirm that the seller’s beloved fur baby hasn’t made a break for it, reset every alarm, and make sure the house looks exactly like it did when we arrived. Basically, we’re Secret Service agents in black blazers armed with a Supra key and a prayer.
The “Listor Show” Hall of Fame: Tales From the Real Estate Twilight Zone
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The Bathroom Bandit: Buyer said, “Just a second, I need to use the restroom.” He emerged ten minutes lighter—and the seller’s prescription meds mysteriously vanished.
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The Beanie Baby Heist: Grown man. Business suit. Serious face. Walked off with a Princess Diana Beanie Baby like it was a Picasso. I’ve never recovered emotionally—or financially, if you check eBay.
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The Rolex Rapture: A Rolex disappeared mid-tour. Maybe it was divine intervention. Maybe it’s now living its best life in Boca Raton.
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The Ex-Wife Recon Mission: She “pretended” to be a serious buyer just to check out her ex-husband’s new furniture (and probably confirm that the throw pillows were hers). Everything was going fine—until the new girlfriend saw her on the security camera and called me screaming like she’d just caught a true-crime episode in progress.
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The Champagne Celebration: Buyers opened the seller’s 1990s Dom Perignon to “toast their offer.” No offer was ever made. I bought a new bottle!
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The Pool Tester: Buyers kid jumped straight into the pool. Claimed he “just wanted to check the temperature.” Spoiler: it was cold.
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The Feng Shui Pyromaniac: Lit incense in three rooms, declared the home’s “energy blocked,” and left—incense still burning. I now carry a mini fire extinguisher in my briefcase.
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The Dog Disaster: Buyer “accidentally” let the seller’s dog out. The sellers didn’t have kids, so you know that pup was their child. I spent two hours running through the neighborhood in full Realtor attire yelling “BENTLEY!” like lunatics. I got him home, but I lost three pounds and a portion of my soul.
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The Influencer Incident: A social media “model” reached out wanting to rent one of my listings for a “private subscription photoshoot.” Translation: for mature audiences only. I politely declined, saged my inbox, and moved on with my life—or so I thought.
A few weeks later, I’m scrolling Instagram and nearly spit out my coffee. There it was—my listing, front and center, except… let’s just say the staging was minimal. Turns out she came back when no one was watching and did the full shoot. Nothing like finding out your luxury listing made its debut on the wrong kind of “featured property” page.
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The Toilet Incident: Buyer “tested the plumbing” and left behind something that could’ve been classified as a natural disaster. Fifteen minutes with a plunger, a silent prayer, and a gallon of Febreze later, order was restored. I’ve never been the same.
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The Emotional Support Dog from Hell: Buyer’s “support animal” immediately baptized the seller’s $10,000 Italian rug. Emotional support for whom?
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The TikTok Realtor: Showed up uninvited and filmed a “luxury home tour.” Seller watched it live on their security camera from Cabo. That video is now Exhibit A in “Why Realtors Drink.”
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The Ferrari Fiasco: The buyer's son spots a Ferrari in the seller’s garage and suddenly forgets he’s at a home showing, not Fast & Furious: Edmond Drift. I’m in the other room chatting about countertops when I hear the unmistakable roar of a V12 engine come to life.
I sprint to the garage to find the kid behind the wheel, grinning, phone in hand, filming himself revving the Ferrari like he’s auditioning for a YouTube car channel
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The Sneakerhead Saga: Buyer spent ten minutes admiring the seller’s rare shoe collection before asking, “Mind if I try on the ’85 Jordans to see if they fit?” Sir, this is a showing, not Foot Locker.
Why We Require Proof of Funds
Because we’ve earned the right to be skeptical. I’ve seen pre-approval letters designed in Canva, bank statements typed in Comic Sans, and buyers claiming they’ve got $33 million in checking. Real buyers respect the process. The others usually disappear when I ask for their banker’s name—and that’s okay, we both save time.
A Love Letter to Zillow Agents
Zillow leads are great for starter homes, but if your buyer wants to see a $14 million listing “in two hours” and “they’re paying cash,” please—for the love of all that’s holy—verify before texting me. I’m not opening the gates to a property with more security than Fort Knox because someone clicked “I’m Interested” during lunch.
The Bottom Line
“Listor Show” isn’t about ego—it’s about preservation. It’s about protecting the sellers, their pets, their Rolexes, and sometimes, their toilets. Denita and I don’t just host showings—we run covert operations with a smile, a plunger, and a prayer.
So next time you see LISTOR SHOW ONLY, don’t roll your eyes—say a quick thank you. Because while you’re sipping lattes, Denita and I are out here chasing dogs, plunging disasters, and preventing your TikTok debut from turning into Exhibit B.
Wyatt Poindexter, Managing Partner – The Agency Oklahoma
405-417-5466 | [email protected]
www.WyattPoindexter.com | www.TheAgencyRE.com
