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As you might or might not remember, the house is on the market. Eight o'clock Sunday morning the phone rings for a 12:30-2:30 showing. We run around like crazy cleaning the house and getting the yard in shape. Of course, if we'd stayed on top of the house and yard we wouldn't be in frenzy mode but where's the fun in that? We leave the premises at 12:30. At 2:30 the phone rings again. The call service tells us the realtor is running behind and needs to move the showing back to 2:45-4:45. We've cleaned for four hours, been out of the house for two hours and looking at staying out of the house for another two hours, and all we want to do is go home. So I ask if we can narrow it down to either 2:45-3:45 or 3:45-4:45. The attendant says, 'Oh that won't be necessary. She's just running about fifteen minutes late, she'll be out of the house by 3:00." Shoot me now.
