During our "broker’s open house" yesterday, I found myself in need of a bathroom. This wouldn’t ordinarily be a problem — we have six of them — but with a constant stream of real estate agents poking around, there wasn’t going to be the privacy or ventilation I needed. So I went next door, only to be accosted in the back yard by an agent for whom English was obviously a second language. "Where do you find such thing? I  have must get one" she asked, pointing to the pretty copper pot that holds our garden hose. I  had to repeat myself three times before a fellow agent, who was fortunately more familiar with both the English language and the Frontgate catalog, volunteered to get her the catalog, freeing me to go relieve myself.