One of the things I love about my career is the lack of boredom. I never "see the same old thing". Today I showed a home. In fact, I showed a lot of homes. As usual there's always a unique experience to talk about. Today I showed a house with some unusual inhabitants.
The house itself was actually pretty nice. The floor-plan worked. The price was fair. The people living inside killed the deal. One of the people walking around was eating what appeared to be a handmade filet-o-fish sandwich. Ketchup oozed out the sides as she clamped down with her jaws. Here eyes crossed as she swallowed. She did this in the entry way as we walked past her. She mumbled something about us being early to the showing. In retrospect, I think she said this because a very small part of her was embarrassed about the condition of the home. Because we were right on time.
In the kitchen were 5 or 6 people discussing, almost arguing about how best to heat up whatever it was they were heating up in a gigantic pot that barely fit on the stove. They weren't phased by our being there. Not one bit.
Music was playing in the garage. The door was open, but nobody was in there. Just music and no lights. Upstairs the 49er's were playing the Vikings. A game that had to be at least 10 years old. An older man rocked back and forth in a green rocking chair. We could have tossed a grenade in the room and he wouldn't have noticed. He didn't even acknowledge us as we walked in. There he sat. Like a wooden Indian.
Come to find out, these were the tenants. The house was in deplorable condition. Food piled on the counters. Shoes and junk lay everywhere. There was even someone laying down in a lawn chair in the backyard. Not too far away was a lawn mower. He was taking a break.