I suppose I'm cheating by including this photo from a listing Matt found. I don't think it's really the Realtor's fault. I mean, there's a big frikkin' Star of David on the living room floor. What are you going to do? Not take a photo of it?
"What?" you're thinking. "So it's cluttered and fussy and I'm glad I don't have to dust it, but what's so off about this listing Mid-C Frank found?"
Keep looking. Keeeep looking....
What could be under the plastic tarp that's uglier than... a plastic tarp? It must be hideous, because otherwise they would just move the tarp out of the way before taking the photo. Right?
(You're thinking "It's a corpse," aren't you. We all are. We just don't want to say it.)
Thanks for coming, Washing Machine and Bathtub. As you know, I've wanted to have a meeting of Things That Require Plumbing for a long time, and -- being a sink -- I couldn't come to you. Bathtub, I see you already have a copy of tonight's agenda. Wait... Washing Machine... who's that standing behind you? Dryer? Does Dryer require plumbing? No! Therefore Dryer shouldn't be here tonight! Man, you couples that go everywhere together creep me out. Dryer, could you wait outside please?
