“Well, that’s just it,” he said. “I don’t really remember the terms… or the buyer’s name. I’m giving you a head’s up in case someone calls you about the deal, though I really don’t remember if I gave out your number.”
What? Did he suffer some brain injury or was he on some kind of medicine? I expressed how baffled I was, only to receive an answer I wished my client had kept to himself.
“OK, so Saturday night I went to a wedding,” he shared. “I admit that I got wasted. I apparently agreed to sell my house to someone because I found a slip of paper in the pocket of my rental tux that says $500 deposit on [his address], plus five $100 bills.”
He said there were no names, no terms, no signatures, so it was likely that his promise — whatever it might be— was unenforceable.
He said he’d call me back if he heard anything, and I promised to do the same. Two years later, when he actually did sell his house, I wondered when he had heard from the person who gave him the $500 deposit, and if he’d returned the money. “Nope; never heard a word,” he said with a shrug.
Can you imagine?