Brunhilda here:
I told you that I believe trouble is brewing with the family renting in our new listing. Our first real estate showing request came in yesterday morning. We immediately contacted the tenant to request a 4 pm showing for tomorrow afternoon. That is well over 24 hour notice, not nap or dinner time, it should work! Right? First she tells us that 4 pm is usually her little guy's fussy time. Really! He's 3! Fussy time? Come on! Fussy time is for infants! I am mentally sharpening one of her kitchen knives. Randee patiently suggests that the weather should be great for taking the little guy for a nice walk around the block. The tenant grudgingly gives her ok to the showing.
The buyers arrive with their agent, right on time. We ring the tenant to say we are on the way up, hoping they are not home. Of course, they are there. Mom tell us to give them about 5 minutes and then come up. Randee uses the time to show the parking space in the garage. Then we all head up to the unit. As Randee knocks on the door, foolishly hoping they've left, we hear Sesame Street playing on the TV, loudly. Our knock is answered by our darling little toddler. He's donning a pirate hat, eye patch and brandishing a toy sword. He waves it at the young buyers, threatening them if they dare to walk into his room! Lovely! Mom is at the cook top stirring something. She says nothing to her child. There is something burning in the oven. The buyers, a young couple, ask Mom nervously, "Is this a bad time for us to be here?" Can these tenants make our job any harder!!!
Since mom is standing in the kitchen, cooking, we decide to look through the rest of the condo. Its as big a mess as you would expect. Even the shower has clothes hung up to dry in it. Randee is quietly seething, but continues the showing.
Back in the kitchen, where we find mom stirring-frying what looks like fish in a pan on a high fire. Ooops, I just happen to knock her into the pan and hot oil just splattered her hand and arm. So sorry!
Watch your back, Momma!
Brunhilda here, signing off for today. *don't forget, no telling Randee, she'd kill me!
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