Open Houses

Hi......It's me.....Annie Grace................I am quite disturbed today. I know, I know....my gentle and sunny disposition is world renowned. Let's start with yesterday, which if you do not have to live under this roof, you have absolutely no idea what a Sunday means. A day of prostitution. Open Houses run rampant throughout the neighborhoods. Let's look at the 3 prospectives on that day. The scene is as follows.

Sellers
They gleefully wake up with visions of sugar plum fairies running through their heads. This is the day! Everyone will be lined up to view their castle...I mean house. The airport is probably clogged with 11 planes filled with prospective buyers flying in from round the country...just for this special day. Counter tops and floors sparkle, the smell of Pine scented cleaner permeates the air and this day is more magical than Christmas. They admire their house as they pack up 3 children, 1 smelly dog, the pet ferret (yes....people still have them) and pile into a car giddy with anticipation to drive around for 3 hours knowing that out of 123 people they will soon be blessed with 9 offers above asking, cash and closing next week.

Buyers
They also wake up gleefully .....adorning every ounce of armor they can find. Baseball hats, sloppy clothing and their Starbucks refillable large cup to sip while they spend endless minutes examining every minuscule inch of the property so they can find every excuse not to buy a house but convincing themselves that they are making the right decision and are...ever so savvy. They go out to breakfast and examine their complete list of houses that they just "are dying to see" and fill their coffee cups. They march into every open house with a pact of NEVER EVER be nice to the host (that would be .....the Realtor), act like you are sooo smart and have no intentions of buying this house due to economic conditions which they feel have made every house overpriced. They make sure to inform EVERYONE who also is attending this fine gala that they are brilliant and know the market.

Realtors
They do not wake up gleefully. Knowing they are going to war on the streets, they dress for battle. High heels (which are wonderful when you need to put out 4 open house signs in high traffic areas), perfectly pressed clothing (which shows some sort of dignity), and a very large cup of Tea (the thought of adding Vodka flows through the brain......quickly shaken off when you realize that now is not the time for alcohol induced truths). The signs are hung by the streets with care and after since they have not been hit by a car or beeped at...they sigh. Lights are on in every room (since they do not pay that electric bill.......), flyer's are positioned on the counter, they say a blessing and a prayer, apply yet more lip gloss, open the door and smile.

I know....this drama sounds facinating....until....Sunday at 2:00PM

Sellers 2:01 PM
Return home. Buyers have tracked mud into the house and there are no offers sitting on the counter

Buyers 2:01 PM
Return home. Thankful that they did not buy a house because now they can blame economic conditions for not making a decision. Plus....they can rent and wait for interest rates to rise.

Realtors 2:40 PM
Return home. Remove dress up cloths. Realize they once again have worked an entire day without pay and pour vodka before calling the sellers.

Monday morning 8:30 AM
Depression for all 3 cast members