Plenty of Room for the Washing Machine

Once you've been escorted around a few houses by various estate agents, you start to realise something.
All these highly talented professional salespeople have attented exactly the same training course.
Their pitch and arguments are always the same. They obviously size us up within 5 seconds, and hey presto! We are treated to the "young couple with kids" sales package.
The package opens with a pep talk about the quality and proximity of the local school, weaves its way through the delights of outdoor play (however dinky or sinister or unkempt the garden, we are always invited to "imagine our little boys running around in it"...) then turns serious and thoughtful with a few words on our "limited budget and its accompanying realistic expectations."

As you may have gathered, I have not yet been seduced by any of these salespeople, or the unappealing products they have tried to pass off as our (realistic) dream home.
Most of the time, I have to fight back laughter or sarcasm.
Today's estate agent deserves a special mention, though. In fact, I have decided to award her the unofficial prize for the most ineffective sales pitch thusfar attempted.

Yes, whilst showing me around a poky, depressing 1970s kitchen with faded orange wallpaper ("very retro!"), she pointed to a murky zone under the boiler and declared with glee: "Look, plenty of room for the washing machine!".

OK. This woman does not know me.
Does she really think I am a woman who is going to choose her future home based on the convenience of the washing machine??
Poor thing: I actually felt compelled to nod. Yes, yes, my hypocritical nod said, never mind the terrible oppressive atmosphere and the traffic noise just outside the door... I can JUST imagine watching my dirty clothes spin around in this room!