Relative Something

It was like a dream sequence right out of my current anxiety about showing our house, but it was hilariously real.

Yesterday, shortly after lunch, I received a call requesting a showing for the hour that lands right at my preferred dinner time, just after I would generally be arriving home from work. I’m flexible, and showing the house is my priority, so I didn’t hesitate to accept the appointment.

I considered taking in a movie, as an alternative to going home after work. Instead, enough tasks materialized at the end of the day to keep me stuck at my desk right past the showtimes of the movie options. It reached the nebulous point of being past the time I wanted to still be at the workplace, but a bit too early to arrive home. At that time of the day, my lack of decision-making prowess is as obvious as ever.

I just started the car and headed south, pondering options. I could stop someplace for dinner. I could drop in unannounced on a friend. I could go shopping. Ha! That was a funny one. Shopping. Yeah, I let that pass through my head… for a second. Nah.

Delay with the decisions long enough, and you will arrive right where you are aiming. There were only 15 minutes left of the hour appointment when I reached our house, and there were no cars around, so I pulled in. The last time I talked to my neighbor about visitors looking at our house, he reported they were there less than 5 minutes, so I figured I was probably in the clear this day.

Inside, there was no evidence of anyone having been there, but that has happened before. It is a courtesy for the realtor to leave their card on the counter to acknowledge their visit, but I am getting used to finding nothing, after a handful of such incidences thus far.

I was upstairs, checking things out when I discovered a car in our driveway. Time for me to go for a walk!

I met them at the door and announced I was just headed out. The realtor was gruff and seemed unusually focused on an obvious agenda. He brushed past me, walked straight to the back door and was out on the deck before I finished getting my shoes on to step out the front door. He called out something I didn’t quite hear, so I stepped toward him to respond to his query.

He wanted to know where the back yard ended. Really! This guy cut right to the jugular. I felt an urge that I was supposed to apologize.

Then he walked over to the side and asked where that ended. He said something to the effect of, “That’s all there is then.” Yep. That’s it. I went for my walk. Hope they liked the house. I know they went both upstairs and down by all the lights they left on.

No feedback has been submitted yet, but I’m not holding my breath on this one. However, that little optimist hiding deep within me points out the delicious irony possible if that couple turns out to be our interested buyers!