Man in the Mirror: Open House Edition

Short. But True, Story.

After the lady, her elderly mother and her daughter left, something tells me to turn and look in the mirror... I mean, it's like any other time that you or I would just turn and look in the mirror.  Why, because we want to see how we're looking;  Make sure we're still looking 'fresh'... In this particular moment of concieted bliss, i was shocked at what I saw... I saw a person staring back at me that did not live up to my expectations.. I had let myself down..  In my mind, I remember wanting to scream... So i proceeded to do just that..
but only silently.  "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"
"Lord, why have you forsaken me!!!" *sniff sniff*
At this point, I am, how do you say... "Embarrased"...

Ok, let me rewind...

A couple of Sundays ago, I held an Open House in Easy Oakland, on Olive St.  For those that may not know, Real Estate Agents, like myself, hold Open Houses when a house is up for sale.  At these opens, everyday people, such as you and I, and also potential buyers come by the house in order to go in and personally view the house... Ok, now that I have that out of the way.. What had happened was...

I had a couple of families come by the house and I showed them around, and gave them details on the house and conversated with them.  It was business as usual.  A little while later, another *knock knock* comes to the front door.  It was an African-American woman, her daughter (who was about 10 years old), and her elderly mother... I greeted them, told them a few details of the house, and then they proceeded to go and tour the home.  The lady was very nice, as well as her daughter, who sort of stared up at me and smirked a bit, but the elderly woman, i admit, was a little stern.. Kind of like they had been in church for too long and she was upset that her daughter wanted to come see a stupid house.. She had probably rather to go play Bingo or something of the sort.. But anyway, that was fine, overall they were very nice... 

As they go through the house, i notice the little girl look back at me a couple times, and sort of smile.. I smiled back, not really thinking anything of it, of course.  Finally the three of them come back to the front of the house where I am and we commence to talk about how they liked the house and kind of what their plans were as far as buying a house in the near future...  Low and behold...

The little girl turns to her mother and sort of whispers something in her ear... The mother then proceed to slightly chuckle and tells her daughter "Girl, shush your mouth"...  I didn't really think too much of it... Only that a little girl was just being a little girl..and that she probably thought I was just soooo handsome, and that i was pretty.. and she probably wanted to share that with her mother.. awwww how cute, right? ........................   wrong

----Ok, so now we are at the point in the story where the three of them have left out of the house... Now I go to look in the mirror, you know, just because.. the mirror is there in the living room... why not look in it. 

What I proceed to see in the in my right eye makes my stomach drop... Sort of like the feeling you got back in elementary school when you got your report card from your teacher and you saw a couple of F's on it... You'd just wish your teacher would at least "Throw Some D's on it"... And you knew you were doomed.
But anyway... Gosh darnit... What i see in my right eye happens to be a nice, hot accumalation of 'spackle'... yes 'spackle'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not just in the corner of my eye, but it had kinda come down below my eye maybe 1/2 an inch...  Not Cool.  I repeat, Not cool.  This sort of thing is not supposed to happen..
That little girl saw my 'spackle'!! And her mom did too!! I know they did!
And what happened?  The little girl gon' whisper in her mom ear, "Momma, that man got boogies in his eye.. you see it?"... Then the momma says "Girl, Shush your mouth"...     

Ouch.   Never again.

Lesson Learned.

~Byron, The Realtor