We have an appraiser coming to look at the house tomorrow. Some sort of refinancing shenanigans or other, I think. I’m not so good with details.
But it’s got me a little bit nervous — see, I know there are people out there called ‘appraisers’, and then there are people called ‘estimators’, or something like that. And from what I understand, what you really want is for one of those people to believe that your house is worth several tens of thousands more than it really is, and you want the other one to think that your place is a dilapidated crapshack, valued far less than its current worth. But I’ve forgotten which one is which.
Maybe I should pay attention to those ‘details’, after all. Meh.
Because now I’m all confused — my wife told me to ‘get the house ready’ for this appraiser person tomorrow, but I’m not quite sure what that means. Should I dust, and mop, and put away my boxers that are draped over the television? You know, make the place look nice, wash the assprints off the walls, that kind of thing? Or should I go the other way, and rough the place up a bit, maybe drop some matches on the couches and piss on the carpets? I’m just not sure what I want here.
(But I need to figure it out soon. I really need to pee, and I don’t want to waste it, if I’m supposed to be bringing the value down. Nothing says ‘cut-rate flophouse’ like a floorful of piddle. This stuff could be liquid gold.)
Anyway, I suppose I’ve got to figure this out pretty damned quick. Maybe I can half-and-half it — clean up the living room, set fire to the dining room, wipe down the kitchen, but stream water from the sink onto the porch. That way, I can get a feel for which way I was supposed to go, and just show the appraiser the right set of rooms. That kind of ridiculous shit works on sitcoms all the time, right?
Of course, there’d still be my wife to contend with, and I’d be guaranteed to have gotten half the house wrong. I suppose I’d better ask a few more questions before I get crazy and pee on anything tonight.
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