The Skimmer and I are at Starbucks, sitting in oversized, faux velvet chairs, each drinking our Grande Mocha Lite Frappuccinos and surfing on our laptops. Because that's the sort of hipster doofuses we are.
Actually, we are loser homeowners wasting an hour so that total strangers can walk through our house and judge our house and us! As they have been doing for about five weeks now.
We don't like your kitchen's counter tops.
The bedrooms are too small.
Your landscaping is out of style.
Do they not realize how hip we are?!
Because most non-buyers come through our house when I'm at work, I haven't had the chance to spy on any of these people. Blue Kid has though. Earlier this week I called BK because he had to be out of the house between noon and 1:00pm.
I asked him if he's seen any of the people who have gone through the house.
"Well, what kind of people are they?"
"Well, like what sort of people? I need details. Young? Old? Cool? Boring? What?"
"Boring, middle-aged, white people, Mom." And then he repeated it with dramatic pauses: "Boring. Middle-aged. White people."
Unlike his parents who are livin' it up at Starbucks tonight.