Suspicions Confirmed

This blog is long overdue but I figure it is never too late to share a funny story.

                Every weekend there are countless open houses in my neighborhood. My neighborhood is very interesting and eclectic. My parents and I like to go to different open houses on the weekends for free entertainment. It is also a chance to get decorating ideas.

                A few months ago we went to an open house put on by our former real estate agent. Her associate, David was manning the house. My dad recognized him as someone who had been at our old house for our open houses. My dad started talking to David, who didn’t recognize us despite the connection. My dad told him about how we’d bought another house that the real estate agent had been listing and he remembered our house.

                Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. The house next door is for sale. My parents don’t like the neighbors too much partly because their loud conversations on their porch filter right into my parents’ bedroom. My parents wanted to see the inside of their house but felt awkward going to an open house in case the neighbors were there. My roommate, Katie and I have never really met the neighbors so we decided we’d go to their open house so we could look around.

                When I got inside, I saw David, the real estate agent. I figured he wouldn’t recognize me because he didn’t recognize us last time and I was with Katie and not my parents. After I had only been in the house a few minutes, David said, “Haven’t I seen you somewhere?” I told him that I had seen him at another open house with my parents. I thought this was the end of it. A few minutes later, he said, “Don’t you live next door?” I was caught. I sheepishly fessed up. He was nice and said that often neighbors come to open houses and up telling their friends who are looking for houses.

                Katie and I explored the house. As we were looking around upstairs, I got a great idea. My bathroom window looks out at the neighbors’ house. I’ve always been concerned about how much they can see as I take a shower. I called my mom and said, “Mom, can you go stand in my shower?” She immediately replied, “Okay.” She didn’t even wait for an explanation. As Katie and I looked out the neighbors’ window, all of sudden, my mom’s face appeared. Weird. We could really only see her head and shoulders until she pantomimed washing her hair. If she’d been naked, we’d have totally seen her chest. Eek! My suspicions were confirmed. I need to get a cover for that window or start charging my neighbors for the show.

                When we went back downstairs, real estate agent David asked us why we were laughing and we told him about our experiment. We started talking about how Katie wants to buy a house and it turns out he has a lot of experience in the area she’s thinking about. He was very nice and knowledgeable. Looks like Katie found her real estate agent. The next step is to find a house. Overall it was a fun afternoon at the neighbors’.