What is your worse viewing experience

[Ladyof]

Just seen a post about dirty houses and it made me interested to know - what is your worse viewing experience?

Mine isnt as bad as I imagine some are but at 1 viewing the house was really messy and when we walked in they were cooking a greasy fry up, it was 2pm on a saturday and the smell of grease was knocking me sick. I couldn't wait to get out!!!

The house that I should have bought but didnt. I walk past it all the time and want to cry.

It was the middle of the day and a half dressed man was crashed out in one of the bedrooms.

Bath full of ain’t and paint bushes

Huge full cat litter tray on the front doorstep

Teen rooms covered in dirty clothes

Show home - neighbor in the garden shouting ‘get of the roof you little fucker to a 6 year old

Home owner telling us about the blind couple next door, that they never see ... had to leave from laughing

All different houses

@ilovetomatoes

The house that I should have bought but didnt. I walk past it all the time and want to cry.

😪😪😪 maybe one day?

The grim house that smelled of cat pee and had filthy carpets. It was summer and I was wearing a skirt and sandals. When I was about to get in the car afterwards I saw my ankles were covered in fleas. Never went to a viewing bare-legged again.

@FictionalCharacter

The grim house that smelled of cat pee and had filthy carpets. It was summer and I was wearing a skirt and sandals. When I was about to get in the car afterwards I saw my ankles were covered in fleas. Never went to a viewing bare-legged again.

Wow that is grim! 🤮

House much smaller and more awful than the photos, stank of cigarette smoke. The whole family (parents and teenage children) were sat round the tiny kitchen table for the entirety of the viewing. And their old cat was dying in a box in the living room. Plus the estate agent was about 12 and we had to wear plastic shoe covers and view one at a time due to COVID. So after I’d had this viewing I had to meekly go and get my husband out of the car for his turn to view, even though I knew he would have an awful time, it just felt too awkward not to. Argh.

@Ladyof love your optimism but totally out of reach now sadly x

The house we had a second viewing in before we found the one we are now in. The estate agent was there before us, and used the loo, and not for a wee. The smell was disgusting. Thankfully we took my parents for the viewing as on their way home they then saw our current house for sale. Much bigger for not a lot more than the previous one and a much better location. Also, in the house next door the ex murdered his wife and daughter 😢

I forgot about the wee house, smell was in the walls! Probably in the floorboards as well.

A house that was rented, and the tenant answered the door wearing hot pants and a crop top and then slouched on the sofa with a beer all the way through the viewing. Also various houses with tenants who were in the shower/in bed at the time of the viewing!

A flat which we knew was never going to be suitable as soon as we walked in, but the sweet elderly couple were so delighted that we'd come to view it as they hadn't had much interest. I felt awful as they kept asking if we would like them to leave behind various items of furniture - they seemed to assume we were definitely going to buy it.

A house where there were sitting tenants at the time - and they were all still in bed 😳

I vividly remember viewing a house with my parents when I was about 8. It stank of pets and wee and was absolutely filthy. You had to step over piles of crap to get anywhere. There was a pile of dog poo in the hall and we couldn’t view one of the rooms as the teen occupier had apparently had a strop and locked it. We didn’t buy it.

Definitely the place jumping with fleas. My legs were mincemeat when we left!

Years ago before floor plans were so common we went to look at a house where the price had been reduced several times and it had also failed to sell at auction but we couldn’t work out why.

It was part of a larger period house which had been split into 3 separate houses. The upstairs was nice enough which we were shown first. Went downstairs to what appeared to be a large lounge leasing out to a small patio. I couldn’t work out where the kitchen could possibly be until the estate agent opened a cupboard door and directed us to some rickety wooden steps down into the basement. It was really dark and smelt strongly of damp but down there was a kitchen, however you couldn’t stand up straight and the floor was wet. It gave me such an awful sense of doom whilst I was down there, that I became completely freaked out and rushed out the house for air.

Also the house where we weren’t allowed to look in two of the bedrooms as the vendors teenage sons were still in bed! It’s was 2.30 in the afternoon, the house also stank of dogs and fags.

Tenants being asleep isn’t really a fair complaint, normally that’s people losing their home and you don’t know their schedule. It’s also crap being given a couple of hours notice to get a place viewing ready when it’s not even your house!

The one where the elderly couple, who had the heating on full blast, lived with their teenage grandson, who had a major BO problem, and who had been working out just before we arrived. They also had 6 sheds in their back garden, which they were going to leave...

dead pigeon on the doorstep, dark rooms that smelled like damp.

Different house, low ceilings and it absolutely STANK of dog.

Mild compared to the fleas ones!! But, no agent to show us just the homeowners, guy answers the door looking like death barely warmed up and invited us in, says apologies they’re all “just a bit under the weather” my DH shrunk against the door as hates to get ill 😂 we then dutifully followed him into the lounge where he’s got his whole family holed up also dying under a blanket on the sofa...
We followed that poor guy round each room while he sweated/sneezed/oozed fluids into various tissues Whilst at the same time giving us the hard sell and We ooohed and Aarhhed at all the appropriate moments But basically just wanted to get the fuck out of the Plague pit.

It was literally Jan 20 so just before Covid hit the UK and I just can’t imagine being so Britishly polite now Just following him around sucking in their germs 😂🤣

I had a bad viewing experience when I was a tenant. Bear in mind I had no advantage to gain by allowing viewings. However I agreed to allow one with only an hours notice as I had just come in from work. The agreement with the estate agent was that they should come at 8pm to give me time to have my evening meal and tidy up a bit. Instead they arrived over an hour early when I was still eating my meal. So I was still having supper while they were tramping around my home.

The man was rude about the fact that there were still unwashed dishes in the sink. I could see his wife was embarrassed and kept saying "the woman had just come in from work". While I was trying to eat supper he was asking me (rather than the estate agent) questions about the schools, shops etc.

He also made some rude remarks about some of my personal possessions. At that point I snapped at him "Your here to see the house and not my personal property. The viewing is over now so I want you to leave." The estate agent apologised to them rather than to me.

Next day I phoned up and gave the manager down the banks and told him there would be no more viewings without a 30% rent reduction. He would not agree. Thereafter when I saw their phone number had called or was calling I did not pick up. So there were no more viewings.

There was dog’s shit in the garden and I didn’t noticed... DH and I spent about 15 minutes cleaning my shoes with wipes afterwards and then I just took them off and went into the car in socks.
The worst thing was that the house was awfully overpriced so by the time we’ve reached outside I knew we were not interested, I just didn’t want to argue with EA about this.

Once we went for the viewing and it turned out that it was a girl from DD’s class’s house and her parents were going through divorce. I knew that she lived on this street but didn’t know house number and didn’t know about their divorce, luckily it was EA who showed us around. I wanted to disappear from the house ASAP, I didn’t want them to know that we’ve came for viewing.

Some good tactics above for how tenants can (without being overtly rude) put off anyone buying the house that their landlord wants to sell!

A few sad ones. One was a probate sale, the occupant had died, his medication was still in the pantry, and his slippers were by his chair. There were birthday cards on the mantle, and tomatoes growing in the greenhouse.

Another, the family were selling but an elderly (looked 100+) was still resident, in bed, with the telly on, clearly deaf and didn't realise we were there. I could not have bought either as they made me feel so sad.

A house I did buy was a repossession and the fridge was in the garden ready for the tip. There were still some alphabet letters on the fridge spelling out 'addy'. I later realised the d was missing. The couple had split up and although we viewed the property a while before it went into repossession, when we bought it, the previous owner had taken the kitchen out, and had the fiddled with the gas, so that had all been condemned. I never liked that house and was so glad to leave.