The boat buying process seemed to take forever for us. In hindsight, it was pretty amusing at times dealing with selling brokers. Here are just a couple of my favorite memories:
The angry broker who called me and chewed me out for not being at the boat viewing appointment. He went on to recount how he weathered storms and traffic to be there, and I wasn’t there. I looked at my schedule and told him that we were on the opposite part of the state, and that my notes indicated the appointment was for tomorrow at 10:00 am. He was insistent he was right.
After this call, I sent him a copy of our previous email exchange showing where he had the wrong day. Joe and I took bets to see if he would apologize or not. He did, so we kept the boat viewing appointment, which turned out to be a little bizarre.
We get to the boat, and it is obvious that it hasn’t been cleaned for 3-6 months or more. It was black. Really. So we reluctantly step on board and notice fish parts all over from where something has been feasting happily away. The broker unlocks the boat, and we climb down the companionway stairs. Look around, take one sniff, and realize that the topside was the highlight of this sailboat. Think Hoarders, boat style. We hightailed it out of there before Ethan could touch any more fish parts or contract a disease.
Which brings me to my second story. Really, I am always amazed that more owners that list their boats do not clean them more thoroughly. Detail them like as if they were selling a car or a home, right? So I am viewing a different boat, and cleanliness is pretty bad. Plus the boat smells and it hasn’t been well maintained. I make a mild comment to the broker and he says, “Oh, you must be one of those that are anal with cleanliness?” I respond back that I plan to live aboard and like a clean environment. End of that discussion.
A few minutes later, I am in the aft head and lift up the toilet lid. Wrong move- it was an inch thick dry covered with brown substance- if you get my drift. Be glad I do not have photographic proof of this to share. I am not amused by the visual scarred into my brain. So evil Carla comes out to play.
“Mr. Broker, there is something here you really need to see,” I sweetly say. So, the broker comes into the head and I prompt him to lift up the toilet seat. He does and I notice he visibly recoils, shutting the lid quickly. I try to keep a straight face, but it is hard. Later, I had a good laugh when I was in the car leaving.
Buying a sailboat can be most entertaining.