I got a lovely wake up call this morning.
At 8:00 a.m. I heard what could have been a knock and then a bunch of loud barking from the dogs. I stayed in bed, willing it to go away but I could tell the dogs were serious about their barking. I got out of bed and pulled on the dress I had been wearing yesterday, thinking I'd probably have to chase a neighborhood dog from the door step.
But no, there was a guy there, smiling sheepishly. I glared at him through the glass and cracked the door open. "What?" I made sure he knew I was pissed. I let the kids stay up until 9:45 last night so they would sleep in and he was ruining that.
"Hi! I'm a realtor and I was just wondering if I could look around the house. Just really quick."
"No! No! You have to call the realtor for this house."
"Then we said you could come Friday any time between 3 to 6 and that didn't work for you? We hadn't arranged another time yet."
"Yes, I had this thing I was doing, a class. I'm your neighbor." Most realtors refuse to work Friday after 2 p.m. Sure he had a class.
I stood there on my doorstep (I had stepped out because our German Shepherd was thinking about squeezing through the crack in the door to eat him...I should have let her) naked under my short dress in chilly weather at 8 a.m. on a Monday wondering why a neighbor would do this to someone. Also, let's remember that I have curly hair...have you seen curly hair first thing in the morning? Loosely bunched into a pony tail? I surreptitiously tried to wipe under my eyes in case of any mascara smudges (and I HATED this a-hole for catching me like this).
"I live across the street."
"No you don't," I said, because he doesn't.
"The house next to that one," and he points to...Big Kid's teacher's house. Yes, that's right, Big Kid's teacher's husband was standing before me at 8 a.m. on a Monday, a nearly naked, disheveled me, asking for unexpected entrance to my home.
"I work for an investor. He likes me to just take a quick look--"
"No. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be difficult, but not today. We thought we'd be here for years...we haven't told the kids we're leaving yet," and then....because it wasn't bad enough...I almost started to cry. I was so tired and so embarrassed and so angry to be in the position I was in and my voice cracked a little and I started to get a little teary eyed. I got it together right away but it still sucked. I hate when shit like that happens to me. I told him he could come Wednesday at 9:30.
"How about 9?" Are you serious, motherfucker?
Then he sort of leaned sideways so he could peer through the floor to ceiling entry windows. "It's just that people are lined up wanting to see this house. It's the best priced house in the whole community and I think this is the nicest street. Maybe we'll put in a contract on it contingent upon inspection. I just wish..."
"Have you seen the virtual tour? It looks exactly like that. We won't be letting anyone else in before Wednesday at 9, so don't worry. Do you think the investor you work for would be looking to rent it out?"
He got all nervous and evasive so I know the answer is no and that he'd be willing to lie to weasel his way in. Jerk. We were smart enough to have written into our lease that we didn't have to let any prospective tenants or buyers in until 60 days before our lease ends, so we have until mid-February before we have to do anything for anyone. We're trying to keep everything amicable...but I'm not going to have these pushy slime balls waking me up so they can march through my home. If this guy wasn't Big Kid's teacher's husband, I'd tell him to go F himself and good luck ever getting in. No one else is allowed in until the day our lease indicates. At least this guy gives me someone to blame for the new policy.
No word from the owner down the street. I think this guy is so nice that he would let a month-to-month tenant whose ability to pay had been compromised stay as long as he wanted, contract-free. He even says things to Mr. Ashley indicating that he'd rather we lived there but it doesn't seem to occur to him that without a lease, he can end things any time on his end too. I need a landlord like that.
What a way to wake up. Sorry Ash! I don't remember reading you were having to leave this house.
Those realtor folks must take a class in being pushy and refusing to take no for an answer! I had to deal with that behavior while renting.
Unannounced at door.
"I called to say I was coming."
"No, you didn't. I was here all morning."
"Oh, wrong number then. Can I come in?"
"No, it's not a good time."
"I have a client meeting me here."
"Can I just look around before she arrives?"
"No. It is not a good time."
"I'll need to see the place."
"Make an appointment."
"Today is my only day with this client."
On and on. She was trying to wear me down because she wouldn't go away. I finally told her I could no longer talk and shut the door.
(Did you plant that St. Anthony yet? My guess is no. Get ON IT!)
I'm sorry you had to deal with that this morning. Realtors are NUTS. At least the guy who used my sliding glass door to come in before our house was even offically listed actually bought it... since he walked around while I was in the shower. Fun time. Not. I woulda used some language, teacher's hubby or not.
I'm sorry. That really sucks and you shouldn't have to put up with it. I think you should have let the dog eat him too.
What an ass. And don't you just hate it when you get so frustrated the tears arrive and ruin your pissed-off-ed-ness?
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