The Open House to end all Open Houses

As a new agent, i am now capable of holding open houses for my boss' listings while she is away. I held my third yesterday in a town called Marthasville, about 10 minutes from my work. I have only lived in the Franklin County area for about 12 years.  With that being said, i dont know the town very well and i see new faces constantly when I visit. This particular trip was no different. For about an hour, I talked to as many incoming interested parties as I could, worked on keeping the lunch items stocked and the hungry house hunters happy and mingled with possible new homeowners and sellers. It was a great first couple hours! As the "party" started to wind down, I was cleaning up and still mingling. I heard some commotion coming from the basement and as I got closer to the door, i started hearing shrieks and screams.

"oh god" i thought, wondering if someone had seen a rodent and cursing the sellers for not disclosing this to my broker and I.

"whats wrong" i said, preparing myself for the worst...

"Look under this bathroom sink! I can't believe they left that in there!" said one of my fellow agents.

I started seeing so many scenarios running through my head, ants, dead animals, dirty underwear... I could feel my cheeks getting redder and redder as i scrambled to come up with possible excuses for the disgusting something under the sink.

"I-I dont think they knew about this!" or "They must not use this very often!' or " the sellers are mentally insane!" , any excuse to stop the insanity happening in that tiny little basement bathroom..

And thats when i saw it... right in the front of the cabinet, staring me straight in the face... a large stack of ... ahem ... Gentleman's Magazines. Magazine's we all know are not really read by "Gentlemen" of any sort.

Instantly the Nudie Magazine Day Chant from Billy Madison popped into my head...

 I couldnt believe it.  I spent a lot of time on the phone with my broker trying to figure out what to do. Should I ignore it or let the seller know what had been found? The worst part of it all was the the seller's 12 year old son occupied the basement and the bathroom in question. How would I explain to the seller, who thought the sun shone out of her 12 year old's butt , that he was reading "Perfect 10" and "Drunk Girls" [ Not the actual names, I have no clue which mags they were nor did i even want to touch them]

Moral of the story? Make sure to have the  check over every aspect of your  home when selling and remove ALL embarrassing pieces from ALL part s of the house.

When a buyer comes to look at a house, they will check every cranny, every nook every bit of that house to see how it will work for them. you better believe they wont hesitate to look in very strange places.

sigh... oh the life of a future Real Estate Goddess... <3