I should have known better than to get my hopes up. The real estate agent who called my realtor and said that her client just loved the inside pictures of my house on the internet didn't show my house at all. Why? Well, according to my realtor, the other realtor said that, once she and the client pulled into my driveway and saw that the houses were connected by a little bit of roof (technically, my house is a townhouse because about five feet of roof comes off of my storage room and connects to the wall of the next house), she didn't want to see it.Can you say, "B.S.?" I can, and I've been saying it over and over again since I heard the voice mail. The pictures on the internet and in the listing book showed the roof connection. That wasn't a surprise, and so what if it was? It's just a bit of roof. It's not like you share a wall with your next-door neighbor, and all houses in my town, detached or attached, are 10 feet or so apart. If the client wanted more space, she needed to look out in the sticks, not in town. As for any fire hazard that the little bit of roof my pose, the short distance between the houses poses an even worse one. The builder built another subdivision with the exact same house plans right around the corner from my own. The only difference in the two subdivisions is that the houses in the other one aren't attached by that little bit of roof, but they're the same distance apart. They had a fire a year or two ago. One house initially caught fire, but six burned completely to the ground by the time the fire department put the fire out. Thus, I know for a fact that, in the long run, that little bit of roof means nada.
I think that the truth of the matter is that the agent and her client pulled in; saw the devil's spawn standing in my front yard or in the middle of the street, screaming at the top of their lungs, throwing their trash everywhere, or scooping up more dog poo to put in my mailbox; and said, "No way, no day." They then came up with the roof excuse because they didn't want to be rude and say my neighborhood is the hellmouth.
Unfortunately, I'm afraid that the same thing is going to happen every time a realtor goes to show my house. It's probably why the last three agents didn't show it either, after they swore that they were on their way. Unless those families get evicted or move, I don't think I'll ever be able to sell my house, no matter how much I lower the price. After all, who's going to pay good money to live in a neighborhood that's been taken over by juvenile delinquents? No one, and that's the problem.
