Strike up the band.
Super Bowl opponents are set.
I am facing my own super sized challenge, running up against a tough team of house hunters.
I was supposed to have a home field advantage, but no.
I just put my family home on the market.
The remodeled, updated house is a lovely, 100 year-old charmer.
Whomever makes the purchase is buying into a real winner.
So the first Open House was yesterday.
Barbie & Ken showed up, representing the worst of the millennials.
They browsed and left.
My agent just received an email vilifying the house, denegrating everything, including the marble remodel, omitting even a single mention of one positive feature and ending with…”if the seller is interested in reducing the house $175,000” then perhaps they would bring their fake Gucci’s to the table.
Literally, a hoarders dilapidated house just sold in the neighborhood, half the square footage, close to the asking price these contemptible, emotionally devoid asswipes are requesting for my house.
Hey, I am all for the art of negotiation, but don’t do it with a venomous, self-righteous tone.
A recipe for success requires a dash of sugar added into the mix.
This was not a tactic for success.
Barbie & Ken can just stay put in their dated, plastic, personality free dream house.
Selling a house is awful. It brings out the worst in people and the worst people (buyers and agents!). I feel your pain. Good Luck.