The life of a real estate agent
I show quite a few houses to potential buyers. Some are show places where you know the seller has put their heart and soul into the home...it looks immaculate and you could eat off the floor. Then there are the ones that I think they (or something) HAS been eating off the floor.
The other day, I was previewing a home for a buyer. I do that for out of state buyers or for other reasons. Anyway, I was in the houst taking pictures and making notes. Another agent showed up with her buyers and asked if it was alright to show the home. I told her to have at it. The spent several minutes in the home and went outside. I finished my pictures and notes and went to the front door to ask if they were finished so I could lock the doors.
Rather than answering my questions, they all shouted in unison, "FLEAS ! !". They were all brushing and swatting at their clothes. I locked the doors and by the time I joined them, I had fleas up to my knees. (I'm a poet and don't know it). Good thing I had shorts on or I would have been removing my pants right there in the middle of the street. The little critters were just making the move to go under the hem of the shorts. I swatted and brushed along with my new friends. I have never seen them as bad as they were in this home.
I suggested to the listing agent to do what I did for a home I had listed with some unwanted guests...I borrowed the neighbors dog and let him roam around in the house for a while...fleas gone.