House Rant
Mar 23, 2011 12:03:00 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Mar 23, 2011 12:03:00 GMT -5
"We'll have this thing sold in six weeks."
That was a quote from September 14. Here it is six months later and the house is still on the market, now under a different - and perhaps just as shady - realtor.
"Well, it's a bad market right now."
I've got THIRTY house showings that say otherwise, dipshit. Last time I checked, you didn't call to set up a house tour (not an open house) as a recreational activity on the weekend. You do it because you want to FUCKING BUY A HOUSE.
Because two of them toured twice, that's TWENTY EIGHT POTENTIAL BUYERS. And in this day and age of the internet, where you can basically find out everything you want to know about a house online before you waste your time going to look at it, that is a SHITLOAD of prospective buyers.
(Unless, of course, these dumbasses aren't doing their own homework before house shopping and letting their realtor just drive them around. Sadly, I know this happens. These are the people we live amongst!)
Nevertheless, you can't close the deal with ONE OF THEM?? Get the fuck out.
"Oh, we'll have this thing sold in two weekends."
Oh really, Miss New Realtor? We're halfway thru that second week now, sitting on two showings, haven't heard a peep. I'll be starting for the Yankees in two weeks, too. (Actually, given that rotation, I wouldn't be a horrible option.)
Whatthefuckever. We had our eyes on two houses from October thru February. Both of them were perfect for what we needed. And BOTH of them went under contract on the same motherfucking day two weeks back. There's jack shit else out there that we like. The houses we like are fucking packed like sardines on top of one another, the areas we like don't have the floorplans we're looking for. And we're fucking pissed. If that dumb son of a bitch woulda done his fucking job and sold our house like he was SOOOOOOO SURE he was going to, we'd be done, moved, unpacked, and unstressed.
But no, everyone in that fucking business is full of their own fucking shit.
That was a quote from September 14. Here it is six months later and the house is still on the market, now under a different - and perhaps just as shady - realtor.
"Well, it's a bad market right now."
I've got THIRTY house showings that say otherwise, dipshit. Last time I checked, you didn't call to set up a house tour (not an open house) as a recreational activity on the weekend. You do it because you want to FUCKING BUY A HOUSE.
Because two of them toured twice, that's TWENTY EIGHT POTENTIAL BUYERS. And in this day and age of the internet, where you can basically find out everything you want to know about a house online before you waste your time going to look at it, that is a SHITLOAD of prospective buyers.
(Unless, of course, these dumbasses aren't doing their own homework before house shopping and letting their realtor just drive them around. Sadly, I know this happens. These are the people we live amongst!)
Nevertheless, you can't close the deal with ONE OF THEM?? Get the fuck out.
"Oh, we'll have this thing sold in two weekends."
Oh really, Miss New Realtor? We're halfway thru that second week now, sitting on two showings, haven't heard a peep. I'll be starting for the Yankees in two weeks, too. (Actually, given that rotation, I wouldn't be a horrible option.)
Whatthefuckever. We had our eyes on two houses from October thru February. Both of them were perfect for what we needed. And BOTH of them went under contract on the same motherfucking day two weeks back. There's jack shit else out there that we like. The houses we like are fucking packed like sardines on top of one another, the areas we like don't have the floorplans we're looking for. And we're fucking pissed. If that dumb son of a bitch woulda done his fucking job and sold our house like he was SOOOOOOO SURE he was going to, we'd be done, moved, unpacked, and unstressed.
But no, everyone in that fucking business is full of their own fucking shit.