The house went on the market yesterday morning. Before A and I left in the morning I adjusted everything to the realtor’s staging requirements:
blinds open at a certain angle
shotgun hidden (apparently she doesn’t have to give that instruction often)
soft music playing
Apparently, it worked. I got the request for a showing at 3:00, and then later a reshowing at 7:00. I was enjoying some fine patio dining and wine with a great friend when the realtor let me in on the happy news.
They made an offer, y’all.
And they’re paying cash. (Yeah, that’s weird to me, too. No I don’t know why. No, I don’t care if they turn it into a grow house.)
Oh, and they need to move in before the 15th.
Do overpasses have wi-fi?