Hey, Real Estate agents:
When the listing states that you need to make an appointment to show my house, what the fuck do you think that means? Make a Fucking appointment!! In advance!!
This does not mean walking up to the front door dialing your cellphone to say: “I’d like to show your house today and I can be there in about…oh, ten seconds…”
This does not mean ringing the doorbell and explaning: “Oh, we were just in the neighborhood and wanted to see your house” when there is a sign out front that reads “must have an appointment to show this property.”
And when the listing states that the house will be shown between the hours of 9:00a-6:00p, this does not mean you get to show up at 8:30p and say “we were running late.”
Do you walk into your doctor’s office and expect that when you tell the receptionist that you’d like to schedule an appointment to see the doctor, you’ll be seen in the next 60 seconds? Do you enjoy it when you get an unannounced visitor at 8:00 in the morning pounding on your front door? And are you in the slightest bit annoyed if someone does make an appointment with you and then doesn’t show up and doesn’t call? Well then get a fucking clue.
Yes, you are doing us a service by showing our house. I understand. And I thank you. But there are plenty of your brethren that will make appointments, that will show up…I know it’s possible. So get off your high horse and be fucking considerate. It clearly doesn’t help your clients to look like an idiot when I send you away saying “Come back when you make an appointment.” Aren’t you supposed to be prepared? Isn’t it possible that when you are planning your itinerary while checking the listings the day before to put in a courtesy call? Are you so “busy” that you need to leave your manners behind?
And, just to let you know, it’s pretty pointless to argue with my wife at the front door about seeing the house if she’s not prepared for you to. She’s got a locked door, you haven’t got a key (at least since one of you idiots walked off with the one that used to be in the lockbox that used to be on the porch). You will always lose that arguement. BTW, she has a black belt in TaeKwon Do, so I really wouldn’t push it.
[sub]Sorry, not much of a rant, but I am not particularly adept at swearing with panache, even when I’m as frustrated and bewildered as I am now…[/sub]
Please tell us you’ve since re-keyed all of the doors. No telling who has access to your house now.
Oh, and I can just see it now. The realtor will also have a black belt and will proceed to duke it out with your wife. Anything for that 10% commission!
Oh, one could have such fun if one was so inclined:
Answer the door naked.
Come to the door in a bloodied apron holding a liver in your hand.
Yell “Go away - we’re having sex!”
Put a skull on a post by the “Appointments Only” sign.
Sorry - I’m in a goofy mood. I’m also dreading the sale of our house in the not-too-distant future. The dogs can be a problem if we’re not home…
I also do not like a two hour window that seems to be de rigeur lately. I hate it. Freaking call me when you’re close, and I’ll jet out of here. For the time being, I’m unemployed, have NO money, and would really rather hang out in front of the computer all day. Naked.
I went through the same thing when our landlord divorced and had to sell the house. He would give us about 45 minutes notice----And this was while were having our own home built. We had to move 3 times in one year. grrrr
And while we’re at it…Can you believe how inconsiderate/stupid some people are. My mother in law was incapable of leaving the house or being left alone so we had to sit there while they would look in my drawers, ask if we were leaving any furniture, open each and every kitchen cabinet, refrigerator, linen closet and move clothes in the bedroom closets, you name it. It made my stomach ache to see other people go through my personal things in such a analytical manner.
We interrupt this rant with another vaguely related rant from the other side of this issue.
Yes, I made an appointment, Doc. I carried the damn card in my wallet for 6 months, since that’s how long it takes for you to work me into your hectic 3-day work week. It was very convenient for your scheduling desk to write down the date and time of my appointment on the card.
HOWEVER, it would have been much more convenient if your nurse had correctly written down the actual time of my appointment. The card clearly said 1:00, but when I arrived, I was informed that my appointment was at 10:00, and I was 3 hours late. Ms. Secretary spazzed out and forgot a zero. I suspect that this was a common problem in your office, since I see that you now have a little label printer to create these appointment cards with a computer. Oh joy, I can get my appointment rescheduled for only 3 months away this time!