This post is a bit of a rant about a house I listed several years ago when I was still an active agent.
Notice I’m very specific here…
We’re not talking about pink flamingoes, a lawn jockey, or flowers growing out of an old toilet.
No, but the subject of this article has already been sung about in a country song or two.
And while the subject of my mild rage isn’t a rusty old Ford Fairlane, the homeowner’s yard looked just as bad as the place described in that 90’s country tune.
Damn it, Jim! I’m a Realtor, not Grant Cardone!!!
I can’t sell a house that’s not fit to show. And in this case, we’re not talking about a single car. No, we’re talking six unique rust-buckets, all within different stages of decomposition.
That’s in addition to the three beaters crowding the small driveway on this tiny 3BR home. You know the type that have a different beater for each day of the week? Instead of getting one quality car from a local dealer, they try to maintain a fleet of clunkers. Yup, that was my client!
I’m not a sales assassin.
Just your ordinary (former) real estate agent.
I did the best I could given a bad situation, but it took forever to sell that one. And we probably could have gotten the seller a higher price had he taken my advice.
Listen to your Agent!
That’s the simple moral of the story here. Trust your agent. Listen to your agent. If they tell you something makes your house look less desirable, don’t take offense. Just resolve the issue and know that they have your best interests at heart.
Okay, rant over! Back to living the dream.