One time we were looking at a house and the sellers had moved out but left behind things. As we were coming up the bsmt stairs, DH smells something and the realtor turns around to a shelf to see a bag of moldy rotton disgusting potatoes. I also was pregnt.
When the listing agent followed up, she mentioned the potatoes.
"The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly out distances us."