My battered soul... or ego... or elbow.

Dear Lady Who Showed Us a  Townhouse Today,

I have a few tips for your next showing:

1. Know which townhomes are for rent and when and what they have in them. Walking into a place and having you say, that the one we rent "might" look like the one we're in or it "might not" and repeating that phrase about carpets, dishwashers, washer/dryers, rent prices... etc. is not really helpful to us. 
2. Maybe meet us on time? 
3. Check and make sure the maintenance guys haven't just painted the stairs to the basement so that the person (me) you're showing the townhouse to proceeds to slip on the stairs and fall down several of them (I was holding the railing and stopped myself) and end up covered in gray paint

*If the aforementioned accident does occur, do not get snippy when the victim (me) calls you to say that her shirt also has paint on it (I couldn't see the back until I went home to change to go back to work) and will also need to be replaced as well as her shoes and pants.

Sigh. Farewell my faithful black pants. Farewell black shoes. Farewell awesome magenta plaid shirt.

Yes, this is what occurred when Joe and I went to check out a townhouse as a possible future location for our living. I take a little comfort in the fact that my self-proclaimed clumsiness was not the cause of this mishap, though I still felt embarrassed and my elbow is now angry with me. Word to the wise- if you smell fresh paint, step carefully.