Mansplaining in 2025

I got a phone call yesterday about my Dad's house in Kentucky.  Never mind the fact that I'm nowhere near done with attempting to figure out what to do with his stuff, let alone going through all of his things.  My Dad, unfortunately, did not leave any instructions, nor do I have any clue about what to do with all the stuff.  A lot of his stuff is just old and well-loved or we have no place for things.  I am also suddenly blessed with an abundance of vehicles, and I have no idea what to do with half of them.  

The call came from a guy (I'm not even going to call him a gentleman because he was far from that), who I was told by the person that desperately wants to be in charge of selling my Dad's personal items that I have no use for, is what I am deciding to call a self-proclaimed "successful" businessman who proceeded to mansplain to me the one thing I actually know quite a bit about - my Dad's house.  Now, it took me a little while to learn the market in Kentucky, but I am not tooting my own horn by saying I'm a pretty damn good Realtor. Between that, the guys' attitude, the person who wants to sell my Dad's stuff and make off with probably 10% of the profits?  Yeah.... I have an overwhelming urge to hold onto the property, let it fall into disrepair, tear it down and leave it to my own kids to continue keeping it in the family just to be petty because apparently, the guy that wants to get a hold of it, has "fixed up" quite a few properties in the area.   This guy claims he's a "builder," but let's just call him what he is- a flipper.  Those are a dime a dozen, and I don't have to deal with any of them.  

So, let me go back to this phone call.  The person who wants to sell my dad's stuff (we'll call them Vulture 1 going forward) tells me that this guy is interested and can they pass on my info.  I say sure, but since I've been working with a local Realtor to learn about the market and eventually list the house, I know the value of the property now and will inform Vulture 1 of what I'm looking at.  Not two minutes pass, and Vulture 2 (aka mansplainer) calls, and it does not go well for him.  

First, he tries running me over verbally.  He asks if I'm familiar with the area.   I say, "Yeah, I grew up there."  He then proceeds to tell me everything that is wrong with the house.  I know there's a lot to do with the house.  There is a lot of deferred maintenance that my Dad let slip through the cracks.  My Dad, despite my trying to convince him to always have his house show ready, did absolutely no updating to the house, and I'm not sure he ever dusted after he and my step-mom divorced.  There was so much dust at his house that I ended up dealing with the worst sinus infection I've had since I moved out of the Midwest, and that I'm still getting over, nearly a month later.  So yeah, I know stuff needs to be done to the house.  I just don't know if I'm all that inclined to run that big of a project from Florida, and I really don't want to be in Kentucky for the length of time it would take for me to deal with it.  The Realtor that I'm working with in KY said they could help, I just gotta decide what I want to do.  

Now, Mr. Mansplainer has other ideas.  He's going to poop all over my Dad's house, the 12 acres that it's on, and attempt to get every single little thing out of it he can.  Apparently, Vulture 1 said that all the contents were included.  Um, no Vulture 1.  I said no such thing.   Not only that, but Mr. Mansplainer also started trying to tell me how it certain things wouldn't pass inspection, blah blah blah.  He started in on the roof, which is not even 10 years old and is also metal to boot (I also know that my Dad spent a mint on it.), telling me that it was put on incorrectly over shingles, and that was when I stopped him dead.  I informed Mr. Mansplainer that it was perfectly okay to have a metal roof put over a shingle roof, that it doesn't need replacing, doesn't even leak, and that any damage from previous leaks, while the water damage was not fixed, the leak was repaired and there is no longer an issue.  He proceeds to tell me that in Missouri, where he's from, it wouldn't pass muster, and I tell him, "Well, we're not in MO, and I'm sure that my local Realtor would tell me if it was an issue."  My local Realtor doesn't seem to see a problem at all, except a few cosmetic things.  We also know that when we list, it will be as is and that the buyer will deal with whatever problems.  

Mr. Mansplainer proceeds to tell me about the local market, which I've been doing my research on so I'm well informed, and I tell him, "Let me stop you right there, I'm a Realtor.  I hold a broker's license in the state of Indiana and am also thinking of going for my broker's license in Florida, where I currently have a sales license..."  I wasn't seeing red, but my vision was definitely kinda pink...  I wanted to smack this guy.  He also tells me that he's been up to the house and looked around.  I figured as much from the way he was talking, and the minute I got off the phone with him, I called the neighbor and told them if they saw anyone up at the house to call the cops because I didn't want anyone up there at all without the Realtor.  Not only that, but if anyone stopped by asking about the property to please point them towards my Realtor.  

When I texted Vulture 1 about the mansplainer, Vulture 1 simply said that he is a "successful businessman" and that I should come and take the stuff I wanted out of the house and walk away with my wad of cash.  It made me wonder how much the vulture was going to want for a finder's fee.  The vulture, in my opinion, needs to get stuffed.  

I'm not going to be mansplained to by a flipper and I'm definitely not going to deal with vultures.  I didn't respond to the vultures' text. I did read the text to my bestie and she agreed (she also knows the vulture as the vulture was hired to handle her Mom's estate sale and the Vulture tried to sell the piano her grandmother gifted her on her 10th birthday - it's like "bitch, that ain't yours to sell.") that the vulture needed to be taken down a peg or two.  

The Vulture is now blocked and if the Mansplainer wants to make me an offer, I'll look at it.  I'm not going a penny below what I told him, though.  He'll meet my price simply for his aggravation.   I am not above being petty to either person.