I love the unspoken rules that exist in various communities. I love that there is honor even among thieves. I was watching the Yankees vs. Mariners game today and found out something interesting.
Josh Phelps, first basemen for the Yankees, plowed into Mariners catcher Kenji Johjima (totally mowed him down, went out of his way to knock him over!!) while sliding into home. My husband said, “He’s gonna pay for that. He’ll get hit next time he’s at bat.”
“Really?” I asked incredulously.
“Oh yeah, you just watch.” he told me.
Phelps was up the very next inning, and sure enough, Mariners’ pitcher Jarrod Washburn’s throw beaned Phelps.
Excellent! First off, anytime someone on the New York Yankees is hurt, I’m all for it. Secondly, when things work like they should, when proper procedures are followed, the conscientious side of me skips with glee.
There are customs in real estate, too; especially within the Tri-Cities. We’re still small enough that we know most other agents by sight, and certainly by name. We’re still small enough that if someone ‘steals’ a client, that person will be ostracized until they somehow redeem themselves. You play a dirty trick, you get walloped. Period.