We're moving and showings began today. Realtors with their clients, going around your house imagining their stuff in place of your shit (ref: Carlin). I was takin a squeege right before we were about to skedaddle, and I was idly wondering to myself what impression - if any - these strangers would form about the current occupants as they wandered through. Then I realized I was staring at one of my favorite decor pieces:
I sure hope someone had to use the washroom.