The final walkthrough was routine. Buyer's there, I'm there, everything looks good, we're fifteen minutes from closing. Then she opens the hall closet and there's like eight bags of trash in there. Not small bags. Kitchen bags, full, tied up. The seller just left them. In the closet. Like we wouldn't look in the closet. And the thing is, I called the listing agent and she goes "well the contract says broom clean" and I'm like yeah, broom clean means you don't leave garbage in the house. She says "technically the floors are clean." Technically. We went back and forth for twenty minutes about whether stuffing trash in a closet counts as broom clean. Real estate school, they teach you about contracts and disclosures and how to calculate square footage. Nobody tells you that you're going to argue about trash bags at 10am on a Tuesday while your buyer is crying in the driveway because she thinks the whole deal is falling apart. Over trash. Eight bags of trash. The seller wanted a hundred dollar credit. A hundred dollars. The buyer wanted the seller to come back and remove them personally. Which was never going to happen because the seller was already on a plane to Phoenix. My broker had to get involved. We settled on two hundred dollars and I carried the bags out myself. In my good shoes. The ones that cost more than the credit. Nobody prepared me for this part. The part where you're a garbage man in heels.