My open house in Fort Wayne begins...  A nice couple in their late 50's come in and love the condo in Chadwick!  They are very excited about the price, the location, the condition, and the fact that my sellers already volunteered to pay $2,000 in closing costs AND a home warranty AND leave all the appliances with a full priced offer.  We end up chatting in the living room for half an hour and will be showing them the condo again in a few days and they will be making an offer. 

My open house continues...  Incredibly friendly mom with her two beautiful daughters stop in.  We end up chatting in the dining room  for a half hour discussing their situation and their needs (and sharing a lot of laughs!).  We decide it would be best for them to stay put for a year, work on their credit, save money, and get them into a stronger position to buy.  We agreed to check in with each other every few months and work together in the future. 

Then Mr. Grumpy Pants walks in...  I walk over to him and say "Hello!  Come on in!  Here is some info on the condo.  Feel free to roam around and please let me know if you have any questions.  There are cookies and coffee in the kitchen too!"

His response...  Mean stare.  Seriously.  He looked kind of constipated, but I think he was trying to intimidate me.  I get it, I know most REALTORS are pushy, especially at an open house, but come on dude, get real. 

I went into the kitchen to get away from Mr. Grumpy Pants and then he corners me and starts asking me question after question...  "How much is this listed for?  What appliances come with it?  Why has it been on the market this long?  Do you know that there are 9 other condos for sale JUST LIKE THIS ONE?  WHY IS THAT?????????   I know you want my business, I know how you REALTORs work, and I'm going to make you EARN IT!!"  He was incredibly rude.

I answered his questions and it still wasn't enough...  "If I decide I want this condo I will find my own agent to work with."  He wandered around for a few minutes more and then came back into the kitchen to spread a little more grumpiness. 

After listening to him complain about how the carpets weren't brand new, the wall in the upstairs bedroom had a nail hole that wasn't filled in, and that he didn't like the color in the downstairs bathroom...  Mr. Grumpy Pants reached for a cookie. 

It took all I had to stop myself from screaming Cookie Natzi style...  "NO COOKIE FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!"  I simply said "Your really going to come in to my open house, insult me, insult the condo, put me through the ringer, AND THEN TRY TO TAKE ONE OF MY COOKIES???" 

We actually shared a quick laugh...  he put the cookie down, smiled, and then thanked me and left.  Will he call me back?  Who knows...  but you can't insult me and then expect to eat my damn cookies.  That's crossing the line Mr. Grumpy Pants.  :)