I received a call from my client/friend, Jason, wanting to explore 2flats, 3, 4 etc in or around Lake County, and the nicest for the money took us out to Waukegan.  As we slowly familiarized ourselves with the area, we discovered many very attractive properties, of which most were non-conforming multi-units (meaning single family homes 70yrs old or older which were legal non-conforming multi-unit apartment buildings converted from single family homes).   It was a colder wintry afternoon, and our journey took us close by Lake Michigan, into a pretty area with a tall, bluish green 4 flat…once a single family farm house, with a large 2 car garage and a studio above it. When I made the appointment to see this home, I was given some specific directions such as: if the key works, then that’s the unit we should go into.I pulled up into the long narrow driveway, and Jason’s eyes lit up, as this was a very well kept property.  We open the garage, and went upstairs into the loft.  While we were up there, the garage door opens and a car pulls in. “I thought this was supposed to be vacant?” So we go to see who it is.  A very hefty sized middle-aged man gets out of the car, and gently interrogates us on why we are there. After explaining who we were and why we were looking around, we parted and headed for the front door.  I took out the key by the main door…. insert it into the door…. open…. see another door…. insert the key…open it…as we entered the unit both to our surprise we see that it is occupied and filled with dark furniture and many pictures…. pictures…. familiar pictures…. Jason and I look at each other as if it hit us like a bat in the head…pictures of THE MAN OUTSIDE! Just at that moment we hear something behind us…the large male enters his apartment with a roar…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!   GET THE F*&%k OUT OF MY HOUSE…I’M GOING TO GET MY GUN. The three of us cramped in a tiny doorway I’m trying to explain in 5 words or less that this is a misunderstanding. I DON’T GIVE A F*&*K WHO YOU ARE…. YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO GET OUT OF HERE…. we work our way outside, and I am showing him my business card and trying to explain to him that his landlord permitted us to enter the property but the listing office did not specify which apartment…. this man was pissed. Our hearts beating 110miles an hour, and us swiftly working our way toward the car, the disappointment growing that we will not see the rest of this home, and should Jason decide to buy it, that will be one of his tenants…. after we drove away, I don’t think either one could help laughing about how crazy the last 5 minutes were…. then Jason says, I think I want to come back with my wife.