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Why Sellers Should Make Themselves Scarce During Showings
BY REBECCA KYLE
Real Estate Agent with Clearwater Montana Properties, Inc.
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I remember approaching the home with a certain spirit that day, positive that Mrs. Buyer and Cute Cabin were a can't-miss combination. Having just finished a rainy, muddy run, I set my shoes by the front door and turned the handle. All confidence deflated rapidly in the ensuing - and brief - exchange.
"Oh, hello Mr. Seller," I looked up, stammering slightly, "I wasn't aware you would..."
"Not to worry! Just come right in!" Mr. Seller was a friendly sort... But intensely so. He reached for Mrs. Buyer's hand to bring her inside. "Now, watch for the dip in the floor there. Would you like some tea? 'Course the microwave doesn't work, but it'll only take a minute to heat up on the stove!"
Mrs. Buyer had gone pale, flushed with some combination of surprise and fright. "Thank you. I, ummm. No thank you."
"Suit yourself," Mr. Seller said. "Now listen, don't mind the draft. If you keep the thermostat above 80, you'll never notice. You like sweaters? I like sweaters. Alright, then. Where should we start?"
I tried to save the showing, hoping for a painless exit and a reschedule. "You know, Mr. Seller, don't worry about us. We'll just have a quick look around and be out of your hair."
"Nonsense," he said, "I've got all day! Alright, this here's the master bedroom. Very comfortable, and you only have to put that bucket down to catch drips when it rains for more than an hour. Now over there's the kitchen. That painting is an original number done by my grandson, and it stays with the house... Perfect size to cover up the fire damage. I sure do love to cook!"
"It... It's lovely," Mrs. Buyer stuttered. I was losing her. Make it stop. If the Real Estate Gods can hear me... Please make it stop!
"Okay, on the front deck there where you came in, I've gone ahead and done away with the railing. Just a handy way to remove unwanted guests. Hahaha! Haha... Hey wait! Where you goin'?"
That was it. Mrs. Buyer was making a break for it. She kicked off her heels, grabbed my running shoes, and sprinted down the driveway out of sight. I haven't seen or heard from her since.
Thanks for reading. I'm off to look for a new pair of shoes.
Until next time...