Open House

So you're walking home from work after a long day and casually notice the sign on your corner directing pedestrians to an 'Open House.' You barely focus on the sign cuz those happen all the time right? But the big confusion occurs when you are approaching your house, notice a crowd out front, and start panicking that perhaps someone is in danger or your house is on fire.*

*Side Note: I had been informed briefly about possible open houses and someone had even reminded me about this one earlier that morning but either my memory is failing me or my brain was too tired to process the events quick enough.

As my confusion and panic set in, I quicken my pace and prepare to bolt up my stairs (to rescue the survivors obviously) only to get stopped by 2 border-control real estate brokers who tried explaining that I 'must wait in line' and first 'take a brochure.'** Excuse me maam but I actually LIVE HERE and you're in my way!

**Another Side Note: I'm not exactly sure why she thought a tired looking 22-year-old wearing a baseball cap would be looking to buy a 3-story brownstone... Is this how you know people take you seriously?

I tried climbing the stairs to my top-floor apartment but found it difficult maneuvering around the 15 strangers who were wandering around discussing how they could 'break down walls to extend the dining room.' (All this going on while us current tenants are sitting on the coach being watched like we're in a zoo up for sale which 'may or may not come with the tenants.')

Some lady tried making this whole ordeal feel like less of a violation by acknowledging 'how annoying this must be.' Yes. Yes it is. And you are still in my house. And you are still a stranger.

The second it turned 8pm we just started turning the lights off and shooing people out of our house, trying to regain our dignity before having to do this all again next week. Knowing me, I will probably forget all about it and go into 'my house is on fire' panic mode all over again. I'm not emotionally prepared for this.***

***Last Side Note: This may have been easier to take in had there been Open House cookies waiting for me when I got home. But no. What kind of Open House doesn't have cookies??