Real Estate, a Loaded Gun, and a Lying Realtor – Just Another Day on the Job
After nearly 30 years in real estate, I’ve seen it all. From bizarre home inspections to last-minute deal collapses, this industry is full of unexpected surprises. I’ve been digging through my old notes and decided it’s time to start sharing some of the wildest real estate stories I’ve collected over the years.
Here’s one I forgot about until recently—it’s from the late 1990s, and let’s just say, it involves a house, a gun, and a Realtor who should’ve never left the 80s.
The Walkthrough That Almost Became a Crime Scene
I had a buyer client who was searching for a home in Edmond, Oklahoma. After weeks of house hunting, we finally found the perfect property. We went under contract, and everything was moving toward closing. A few days before we were set to wrap up the deal, my buyer wanted to do a final walkthrough.
No problem, right? Standard practice.
I called the listing agent to set it up, and that’s where things got… interesting.
When I arrived at the house, there was no lockbox on the front door. Strange. So, I called the listing agent, who very casually told me:
"Oh yeah, I already moved it. Just go in through the far north window in the backyard—the owner is out of town."
Now, I may have been young and eager, but even I thought, "This doesn’t sound quite right." However, since the listing agent assured me this was the only way in, I figured, What could possibly go wrong?
So, I walked around to the backyard, opened the window, and crawled inside.
As I pulled myself through the window and dusted off my clothes, I looked up—
👉 To find a man pointing a loaded gun directly at my head.
He was screaming at me to get on the floor like I was starring in an episode of COPS.
At this point, I had a few life regrets.
So, with my face firmly planted in the carpet, I calmly explained:
"Sir, my name is Wyatt Poindexter… I’m the Realtor representing the buyer on this house."
The man wasn’t convinced. He kept the gun on me and called the police.
When the police arrived, I quickly explained the situation, showed them my business card, the MLS printout, and the home inspection report—anything to prove I wasn’t some random burglar.
Then, I made the call that should’ve saved me.
I dialed the listing agent and told him to confirm our conversation about the window entry.
His response?
"I don’t know what he’s talking about. I never told him to go in."
...Are you kidding me?!
I was absolutely furious. The guy completely threw me under the bus.
Thankfully, after some serious explaining (and probably sensing I wasn’t exactly dressed like a cat burglar), the police didn’t press charges. But it was way too close for comfort.
And that listing agent? Let’s just say, I won’t name names—but back in the 80s, his brokerage was famous for their bright yellow sportcoats.
Lesson Learned?
Real estate isn’t for the faint of heart. Sometimes you sell a mansion, sometimes you dodge felony charges.
And as for advice to my fellow Realtors?
"If a listing agent tells you to break into a house… maybe get that in writing first." 🤦♂️
Until next time, stay safe out there! More stories coming soon.
Wyatt Poindexter - The Agency Oklahoma
