Open your eyes, look around and tell me what you see. Nah, you don’t really have to do this exercise. The gift of sight is something many of take for granted. We can picture how we looked at our first dance. Our eyes don’t forget the exact outfit we wore when Trig kissed your neck.
A song can trigger memories you didn’t even know existed. While doing some work around the house Monday, I tuned in the satellite radio to the 90’s station. I transported back to my college days when I started to find my groove. No matter what you may have heard, I can’t dance to save my life.
So yeah, anyways… back to my story at hand. Not last weekend, but the weekend before, my wife and I went for a stroll around the block with our adorable daughter. We pushed her around on her bike. The sun shined and all five of my senses enjoyed the sunny afternoon. As we typically do, we visited an open house. It’s how we roll and since it gives us cool home decorating/remodeling ideas. The best part is it allows us to assess our own home relative to others.
We unbuckle Baby Singe from her purple and pink bike, meandering through the main floor rooms. We chat with the friendly realtor and pretend not to know anything about the house, but we sort of do. After nearly ten minutes of discussing all that is cool in Seattle, rodents, and babies, I slink out of the kitchen to the hallway and a nearby bedroom.
Eww, something didn’t smell right. I turned to my wife and whispered, “did you fart?”. She nodded no. Huh, I thought to myself. I didn’t like the smell of something in the house. My wife pulls me aside and softly says “it’s the bathroom”.
When you visit open houses often, you notice a pattern. You see flyers for the house, you meet an agent who attempts to befriend you, you will more likely than not see fresh flowers placed somewhere prominent, and usually there are freshly baked cookies sitting in the kitchen. It’s lean times right now though so perhaps the rules have changed.
The real estate agent took a dump in the main floor bathroom which just happens to be adjacent to the kitchen. Really. Who does that? The house has been on the market for a few months and now I see why. I don’t own a realtor handbook, but I’d guess somewhere around page 8 they might discuss the importance of an open house as a gateway to new customers. Going poo poo on the potty in your client’s house, yeah… not really going to create a lasting positive impression for potential buyers. Every time I drive by the house (or see it), I have very unpleasant (olfactory) thoughts.