There are lots of adjectives people could use to describe any given situation. A shared romance could be haunted or idyllic. A new pet could be adorable or dangerous. And a new house on the market could be spectacular or "atrocious," depending on your taste and your manners.
It was the first Open House day today, so from 2-4 pm all I wanted to do was spy. I wanted someone, anyone to feed me reactions instantly. I wanted to know the who, what, when, where and way.
And it didn't matter that several couples saw and liked the house. There was the "atrocious" woman who stormed around our stairs. Her dismissive words linger in our heads like a not-so-gentle breeze. Her dismissive words may as well have been every other person who saw the home--but they weren't.
Her dismissive words made me indignant. They made me self-righteous and worse, just plain angry.
Not the way you want to walk away from an open house, but at least we were nowhere in sight!
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