Bottom line! While you are on site at any property your clients might want to buy, DON'T LET THEM TALK ABOUT IT UNTIL YOU ARE BACK IN YOUR CAR WHERE (PRESUMABLY) THE SELLERS CAN'T HEAR YOU.
Hate to admit it, but I am old enough to remember when George Orwell's 1984 first came out, although at the time I was too young to understand it. But years later, when I read it in college, I found the idea of being constantly watched a little scary - and very unlikely.
Today, there are surveillance cameras everywhere. They are in stores to find shoplifters. They are in apartment buildings to check comings and goings. And now there are sellers looking at us when we show their houses.
Big Brother was supposed to be the government, and to some extent, it is the government keeping tabs on us. There are speed cameras to catch speeders and red light scofflaws. There are cameras in many public places to make sure that we don't pickpocket or do other really bad stuff.
But mostly, Big Brother is us! We have nanny cams to watch what's going on with our children's caretakers. I'd love to have a Willie the Labradoodle cam to what the dang dog is doing while I'm out showing houses. (Where is that kid I forgot to have who would be old enough to install one for me?)
The expectation of privacy used to be the rule. But it occurs to me that today, it really doesn't exist. And there are a lot of us who don't remember that it was considered sort of, well, sacred.
So from now on, I'm going to assume that every seller has a buyer broker cam focused right on me to make sure that I don't pick my nose or raid the undies drawer, to ensure that I wash my hands if I borrow the powder room, or to hear what advice I may be giving my clients if they want to make an offer on the place.
When I posted this last night, I guess I buried the lead!
If you are planning a move to or from the Washington area, I can help. I am licensed in DC, Maryland and Virginia. Please email me at Housepat@mac.com or call 202-549-5167.