I was looking at houses back in October with a client. She saw this wastepaper basket in a bedroom and remarked "I had this EXACT trash can in my bedroom in elementary school". She went on to recount the happy times she had with it over 40 years ago. She remained fascinated by the can and even circled back to take photos of the can before we left.

 

Now, the seller of this house was a widow in her 80s. The house (Inwood/Forest area in North Dallas") looked like it had last been updated in the 80s. It was in desperate need of a garage sale. Much of the chattel in the house was destined to end up in a landfill, including my client's coveted Charlie Brown garbage can. I couldn't let that happen.

 

I went back to the listing the next week (with the agents permission) and asked the owner if I could buy the can. She said I couldn't buy it but she would give it to me. She was very sweet. I sent her flowers in appreciation.

 

I wrapped the can as a gift, and two months later, I gave it to my client as a Christmas present. As she was opening the present, a look of recognition came across her face. She sat speechless for a few moments, a smile slowly formed. Her eyes twinkled. Then...after regaining her composure, she said "It's like my own, personal Rosebud". She told me "If all people were as thoughtful as you the world would be a much better place."

 

I love my clients. I love them more when they can reference "Citizen Kane".