We've all bought and sold homes thru the years.

Buying one, we started on it after the auction closed and before the deed came in. Methhead running around carrying her chicken under her arm packing up her "stuff". Her stuff consisted of literal GARBAGE!! She was bagging trash like it was clothes and toiletries! Hahaha. We were carrying her furniture and everything right out the door and tossing on the burnpile as she and the chicken ran around!!! Hahahaha. Oh gosh, I'll never forget that one.

My partner gave her a few days to get her stuff and we didn't even have the deed yet, haha. Finally he told, "listen, I gave you a few days, now take what you need and get out of here!" She finished packing her rusted out expedition with junk and spent the next few days in the local Walmart parking lot.

There was a car in the driveway that we filed with trash and sent to the scrapyard with no title! My wife's co-worker was talking to the staff at my wife's job a few weeks after that. My wife overheard her saying that her boyfriend just got out of jail and the people that bought his sister house sold his car! Hahahaha!!! I told my wife, "don't you say a WORD!"

That same house had tons and TONS of adult toys and paraphernalia above the drop ceilings in the basement. It was raining down on us as we took the tiles out.

I will never ever forget that house!

I was looking for my third single family home to buy. The year was 1979 and I just turned 19. I found a cute home, 3 bedrooms with 1-1/2 baths with a heated swimming pool. The asking price $83,500.

My agent made an offer and the sellers took a look out of their window and saw me, a "kid". They were horrified. They had previously accepted 3 offers and went into escrow. Each one falling out of escrow due to the couples being turned down for loans. There was no way a "Kid" could qualify and close this deal.

My agent assured them that I had already successfully purchased two other homes and got loans easily. They accepted my full price offer and I took ownership in just over 30 days.

Eleven years later I sold this house and had buyers that couldn't get a loan because they didn't even have a down payment. I finally sold this home to a father who sold an office complex and bought homes for his 4 children. His daughter loved the home, that now had 2 full bathroom.

I used the money to do an exchange into an apartment building.

At each SFH closing, (buying or selling)

I ask my Realtor (friend) to bring a 1.75 Liter

Jug of Jack Daniels. (placed on the table)

Kept things fun over the years and we enjoyed the comments

it would bring from (mostly) female closing agents.

Silly things. During a huge upswing in the market (late 80's before the early 90's crash) we looked at one place, didn't get it, house next door went on market 10k higher. We put a contract on it, and asked Seller, "Curious. Why is your house worth 10k more than next door?" (Townhouses, essentially identical.) They said, "The decorating is better." ALL STUFF THAT LEAVES WITH YOU! We still bought it though. Only one big enough in our price range at all. Had to bring $30k to closing when we sold it 8 years later in a down market :( ...next year, market back up - it sold for double what we sold it for!

Offered $X on a rental property. They turned us down. Next Buyer backed out of deal. We bought his home inspection. Bad wiring in attic. DH goes up in the attic and that bad wiring was just a pile of wires left over from a job - NOT live! Home Inspector never checked. We offered well less than our *original* offer by a lot - and got it. :)

Rental property: septic inspection. Home Inspector finds an old tank, said it is in disrepair, new one needed. Offer way less on house. I mean it was even less than the land was worth. Seller, just done with it all, took our offer. After closing, our regular septic guy finds a NEW tank already in the ground.

When I sold one of the buildings my attorney arrived at the closing smelling of alcohol and seemingly drunk. He knew trusts so I was going to use him to handle mine. No way after that. I was selling to a Ukranian guy married to a teacher of Russian at Princeton U. So the drunk lawyer looks at me and says, "You can come to my home and clean my pantry." Uh, no, I don't do that. The Ukrainian buyer looks at everyone and says "What is pantry? So I say, its a kitchen. So the buyer got mad and yelled at my lawyer for being rude to me.

WMH, makes you wonder where some of these home inspectors get there license.

All good stories!

Still am waiting for stories from the regulars...

In the meantime here is one:

I bought a small 3+1 house with a partner. After closing we both preparing it for showing. We started painting the interior and at lunch time, my friend's wife brought us lunch. She had their cute son, around 4 or 5 yo, who said: Oh daddy, do you have fun painting?!