The House Inspection and the Inconsiderate Man

One of the consequences of buying a house is that we have to break our lease. This is not a really big deal - it means we have to pay 15 bucks to advertise it on the Internet, we have to pay one week's rent, plus we have to pay rent until they find another tenant. None of that really bothers me. However, it also means that we have to have house inspections. This usually wouldn't be a problem but we have cats that get freaked out by strangers. And these people aren't likely to keep the doors closed despite any number of signs that say "Please keep doors closed."

My first thoughts were that I would take the cats for a drive for about a half an hour until everyone was gone. Liz didn't like that idea because the cats do not like going in the car. Instead, Liz decided that we would put the cats in one of the bedrooms and shut the door. I would stand by the door and let people look in and make sure the cats didn't escape.

Liz didn't want to be home when people were walking through the house. And frankly, neither did I. But someone had to stand guard and protect the cats. So, Liz went out and refuelled the car and I stayed behind. There must have been about 30-40 people who came through. I was really surprised. Most of the people were university students but there were a few middle-aged people as well. It was pretty strange standing there while people were looking through the house and opening cupboard doors and some took pictures of the rooms. There was one moment when some guy opened up the bedroom door (despite the sign that said there were cats in the room) and Raph escaped. I had to run after him and managed to grab him on his way downstairs.

The inspection lasted about 20 minutes. I thought the number of people who showed up was a good sign, it might mean that we wont have to pay extra. There was only one thing that upset me. At the end of the inspection, one man who was there with his wife asked me if he could use the wash room. I gave him a look and thought about saying "Are you kidding?" Instead, I paused and said, "Sure." His wife looked at me and said "He just has to pee." I stood there with the wife and the real-estate agent while this guy took his time. Obviously not peeing. He came out, thanked me, and left with his wife. The real-estate agent said, "I can't believe that." I said, "did I have a choice?" I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go." But seriously, who does that?