Holy Mother of Pearl!!
I've mentioned before that this isn't the first time I've sold a house. The last time I was in this position my experience wasn't great, but it was heavenly compared to what has taken place this time around. The level of unprofessionalism, inconsideration, and sheer ignorance I've had to deal with has seriously started me thinking that there has got to be something in the water around here and that I better hurry up and get my family out before we devolve into single celled organisms.
Words of advice to those looking to buy a home, specifically my home:
Just because I have a For Sale sign in my yard, does not mean it's okay to run up to the front of my house and peer in the windows. It's also not okay to walk around to the side of my house and peer into my son's window. Didn't you see the bikes? Or, you know, the curtains?
Then, when I come out my front door and glare at you, it's really not ok to be like, "Whut? I didn't think nobody lived here."
There are a few phone numbers on the aforementioned For Sale sign. Call them, set up an appointment, and then I will be more than happy to welcome you into my home.
If, for whatever reason, you don't want to call those numbers, grab a phone book and call any of the other 350 real estate agents in this town. I'm sure they'd all jump at the chance to possibly make a few bucks.
Why has it fallen on my shoulders to educate this back woods, podunk town on proper home buying protocol?
I know that it's a buyers market and that I, as a seller, basically have to bend over and take whatever these potential buyers want to give me, but really, What is wrong with people?!?!
I'm starting to think that this house isn't going to sell until I'm out of it and have blown town. I feel myself getting an attitude.