For weeks, I've been grumbling about the real estate people at Uncle Bill's house. I'm not likely to stop anytime soon.
For one of those weeks, they repeatedly left a pocket door blocking the kitchen and entire upstairs from the basement and sunroom (the latter two both unheated) open. At first, it was open just a crack. Then, for days it was left half to completely open.
Then, they left the front door unlocked -- one time not even closing the door!
So, my godmother gave them a firm talking to. Tonight they went from leaving the doors open and unlocked to locking the place up like Fort Knox.
I couldn't get to the back door to open it because the storm door was locked up tight. I found the front door the same way.
The bad part? No one knows where the keys are, if they even exist.
So I guess the realtor is going to be paying for a locksmith.