A few months ago I was working with some buyers and we had the most uncanny string of unexpected encounters. Over the course of an afternoon of showings, we were astonished at what we came face to face with, in homes that were being offered for sale.
The first time we walked into a bedroom and saw a brassiere swinging from the bed post, we had a really good chuckle. But when we went to the next house, and found another bra hanging from the door knob it all its glory, we almost fainted.
I mean, really? What is the matter with people? They knew we were coming, and thought nothing of leaving the over-the-shoulder boulder holder on display for all the world to see?
As we made our close encounters of the tasteless kind, I snapped photos and posted them to my Facebook wall in real time for a little comic relief. I had quite a following of fans as my buyers and I made our rounds. I later deleted the pictures 
after it was suggested that posting them was not very "professional." Perhaps not, but they were sure funny! Too bad that I can't go retrieve them to illustrate my story.
Moving on from the offending brassieres, we next had an encounter with the call of the wild! We walked into a room that had so many animal heads mounted on the walls that you could barely see the walls! It was partly funny, partly creepy, eyes staring us down from every direction! What in the world? We couldn't get out of there fast enough. It wasn't because of our sensitivity or indignation at the killing of animals for sport. It was all about all of those eyeballs, all those critters STARING at us. It was CREEPY!
Off we went to the next home on our list, only to be greeted by an ax sitting on a chair in the living room! Oh, my goodness. Talk about first impressions! We tip toed around, peeking around the corners, half 
expecting to see someone with a chain saw jump out of the dark and chase us down the hallway!
Fortunately, my buyers were very good natured and were finding much humor in our outrageous encounters. Every time we turned around we were getting a lesson in What Not To Do If You Want to Sell Your House. But the absolute show stopper, the outrageous encounter that stopped us dead in our tracks and sent us heading for the hills, was coming face to face with the most hideous mauve carpet. The carpet color was repulsive enough, but to see it accessorized with chunks of dog poop from hither to yon sent us right back out the door as fast as our legs would carry us.
An afternoon of outrageous encounters left us wondering if we were being pranked. How was it POSSIBLE that we would find so many violations of good taste and common sense on one outing?
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