I went over to the house Monday morning to get measurements for all the rooms that we're going to be reflooring to get an idea of how many square feet of material we're going to need. While I was there with the realtor, she told me an interesting story. Apparently the selling agent had called her all in a snit because someone "matching my description" was at the house, and screwed up something with the pool, yadda, yadda. She was being coarse and rude, threatening to call the cops if I showed up at the house again, and my agent basically told her that I wouldn't have shown up at the house without an agent there. A little backstory: when I went to the general inspection, the inspector (who used to be in the pool business) was walking me through how to keep the pool clean, and noticed on the "filter timer":http://www.flickr.com/photos/feralboy/9974282/in/set-246911/ that it was set to only run for about 2 hours a day, which is part of why it looked "like it did":http://www.flickr.com/photos/feralboy/9974432/in/set-246911/. There were two small screws on the timer's clock face.. basically you just move the screws around to whatever time you want the filter to kick on or off. Because he knew that the sellers' pool service was coming the next day, the inspector left the one screw off so it would just run until the guy got there. I guess this turned into me sabotaging the pool.

And how did the selling agent know that it was me? Why, because one of my darling new neighbors took pictures of me, my car and "my license plate":http://feralboy.com/log/archives/001289/. Now, I'm all for neighbors looking out for each other, but if a house has a fucking "For Sale":http://www.flickr.com/photos/feralboy/10888666/ sign out in front of it, my guess is that there are going to be strange people looking at it. So, we have some busybody crusty old bags who like being in other people's business. I can't wait to get all up in their little passive-aggressive faces.

The thing is, the selling agent should know better. We're enabling her to make a good chunk of money by buying the house, so I don't know why she's being so difficult with us (not having the locks fixed on the house among other problems) and not telling the busybody neighbor to just mind their own business when they called. Kim's new co-worker (who happens to actually live 2 doors down from our new place and pretty much fingered the nosy neighbors) theorized that perhaps the selling agent brought in a new, higher offer and was hoping to pick up all 6% for herself. Whatever. I'm planning on calling her manager and starting the reaming shitstorm. Plus, she'll be at the closing, so I get to call her an unprofessional cunt to her face.

In happier news, the mortgage company's appraisal of the house came in at about $10k higher than the selling price. Built-in equity!