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Aaaaarrrrgh!!!! I can’t take these people anymore!! Watching the various home search TV shows is
driving me insane, although I continue to watch them because the idiocy of
these people is addicting and makes me feel so much better about myself.
The comments made while touring homes is obviously staged
and edited to have not one good thing included on the aired portion of the
show. Now it has been proven that these types of shows are all faked anyway
because the selected home has already been purchased and even lived in prior to
the “search and tour” portions are filmed.
Ever notice that not one pair of shoes is left by a door, a roll of TP
is not in the bathroom and never a stray jacket on a hook in the mud room? There
is never any mud in the mud room either, or laundry in the laundry room or a
magazine in the bathroom or child’s toy out of place unless the house is to be
the “ugly” one.
Not only does the couple looking for a home have totally
unrealistic expectations (translation: we are shallow, demanding, spoiled and
petulant with no vision whatsoever…) but they also are coached to view each
home as if they had to move in with the furniture and décor of the existing
space. Just his morning one woman could not walk through a kitchen because a
ceramic rooster was on the kitchen table. Good thing she was not near my house,
she may have gone running down the street in abject terror (I like chickens in
my kitchen).
The other issue many have is the safety of their little rug
rat. Somehow these helicopters think that little Jimmy will never grow up, that
the one inch lip on a fireplace will forever haunt their lives as it waits to
scar his face from a fall. Ever heard of pillows? Seen a few scars in my day
come from a kid hitting the hardwood floor that surrounds the dang
fireplace…nobody ever seems concerned about the ceramic tile or sharp corners
of a counter either, but that fireplace is a death knoll for a purchase.
Somehow the burning fire is of no concern…..
Yards are evidently another problem for parents. Fences seem
to be mandatory because Jimmy might run into the street! I don’t know about
you, but I used to be outside playing with my kids so they would not run into
the street although I did teach them that the street is not a place to play
unless one lives on a cul-de-sac and can yell “car” really, really loud. None
of my childhood friends ever got hit by one and we did not live on a
cul-de-sac, we just watched what we were doing and stepped onto the tree lawn
when a car went by….. I know, maybe I expect too much from today’s children,
like common sense.
The parents of four legged kids also seem obsessed with
fences. Sometimes it takes a few minutes to realize these folks are speaking
about dogs and not humans while discussing the merits of a yard. How come the issue
of where it will poop never comes up when no grass is in site, but play time is
so important?
Bathrooms are another big issue. The preoccupation with the
appearance is stunning. Let’s see…does the toilet flush? Check. Does the mirror
reflect your own image? Check. Does the water run? Check. Can the floor support
your weight? Check. Okay good, now we can figure out how to change those
offensive outdated gold fixtures lest your friends show up and judge you by the
appearance of your faucets. I am sure they must talk about you behind your back
on the ride home. “Can you believe Bob and Beth bought a house with GOLD
fixtures? I am so embarrassed to admit we know people with such poor taste!
Don’t tell anyone where we were tonight.”
Other seemingly insurmountable issues are other people’s
collectibles on the shelves. Oh the horror that the shelves have been defiled
by a figurine. For once I’d like to see someone view a walk in closet and pull
a dress off the rack and say “Can you believe she would wear this? It is so
last year, we can’t possibly move in here!”
I would also like to see the frustrated host/realtor turn to the
wife/woman person (who seems to do the most of the whining much to the chagrin
of her hapless male companion) and say “You Bitch! Get over it! It has a roof,
it has a floor, it has electricity, it has running water….and if you weren’t
such a lazy and self righteous princess with an expensive manicure, perhaps you
could hold a paintbrush and change that color which so offends your view!!” but
alas, such words only come from me in my own kitchen, surrounded by my ceramic
chickens and shabby chic cabinets and floors. My kids are asleep upstairs
having not been hit by cars for the last 20 years even though we live near a
semi busy street, nor cut their heads on the one foot tall stone fireplace
surround or run into the metal oven handle that stuck out at eye level when
they were young. How did I ever live here? My fixtures are still gold too……so I
apologize for all who have used my bathroom over the years. I hope you can
forgive my poor taste in flushie feng shui.
And now I shall go back and subject myself to yet another
round of picky and overprotective princesses with budgets and demands worthy of
a television segment. I feel so much better now!